Cats are unique animals. At times, it seems like they couldn't care
less if people were to disappear and at other times they smother us
with affection.  Like I say in the story, I thought Whitey needed a
friend and I was proven right in the end. It's surprising how moved I
was during the writing of this story. It brought back a lot of pleasant
and not so pleasant memories.

John

I think if he had still been there when winter came he might have
accepted staying in the house all day.

I've always felt guilty about letting him roam free during the day, but
then, he was roaming free 24 hours a day before he started living with
me. I'm not so sure he 'ran off'. I think he ended up with another
family. He had become very friendly with people by that time. He loved
it when I had company. He would beat me to the door to greet visitors.
I should have worked this into the story.

I  like to think that some young girl met him and took him inside to
show her mother. They may have put up a few signs in the neighborhood,
but I never saw any.

Thanks for taking the time to read the story,

John