Fifteen years ago, I opened my back door and in strutted a big male cat acting like he owned the place. Like he was "king" of the palace, err, house. Because I leaving town within the next hour for several days, I had to shoo him out. I thought he was just a stray, curious kitty who wandered in. But when I returned, he was sleeping on my window sill as if he was waiting for me to come home. Once again, he strutted in when I opened the door and declared my home his "castle." I checked with the neighborhood kids' network (they knew everything that happened and told everything) and no one claimed him. I like to think that he was sent to comfort me by my sister who had very recently and unexpectedly died. I was the only person he ever liked. I was fortunate to have a loving furry friend during that difficult time and for many years after. Photo of Baxter that I Waterlogued. Oh, I'm beginning to think I need a support group for Waterlogue addicts.

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