On occasion I meet a cat that makes me reconsider my stance as a dog person. Last Sunday Courtney and I spent the day in Marin enjoying the company of her parents. A little black cat jumped over the fence to come take a drink from their pool. He was lean, with yellow eyes and one white whisker.
While Corks and I ate, Mr. One White Whisker jumped up on the table
and meowed softly. He made his way over to Courtney's chair where he flipped around on the arm hoping to get attention and maybe a morsel
This cat was very entertaining. I turned over a paper bag and coaxed the cat inside. He took a cat nap, occasionally sticking his head out of the bag for some fresh air. Being such a chill beast made me want to take him home.
Courtney's parents speculate the cat doesn't have one home. He roams the neighborhood and foothills. For some reason I found this cat to be like the Jack Keouac of the feline world.