I have a cat named Indiana. Well, her full name is Indiana Piano Rabbit, so sometimes she’s Indy, sometimes she’s Rabbit, sometimes she’s Stinky Cat-Cheese….if you have a pet, you know what I mean. The longer you have them, the longer their list of bizarre nicknames becomes.
She’s nosy. She’s chatty. She can be a total pain in the butt. She’s completely imprinted on me. I cleared out the doll bed in my studio that I used to put dolls I was working on in, because she likes to nap there.
She’s part Siamese, with some Balinese in there too, with a large measure of Alley Cat thrown in for good measure. I always say she’s the “best thing I ever stole“, now to clarify that, I didn’t actually steal her, but I didn’t exactly make it well known to her ‘owners’ that I had her either. You see, I was living in a really dodgy part of Albuquerque, in a rather dodgy apartment complex. Suffice it to say, most of the people there terrified me, especially the drug dealer next door. I was living on the second floor and my apartment looked down onto an atrium-like area that had studio apartments around it. There was a family with children living in one of these studio apartments. Lord knows why they got a kitten for their kids. If you have an entire family living in a studio apartment, feeding and caring for a cat is something you probably have no money for. At least four times a day, I’d hear one of the adults yell “Damned CAT!!!!” and pitch what looked like a tiny little white fuzzball outside, no matter what the weather.
I was taking a yoga class at the time and it met every Saturday morning at 8 am. One morning, on my way to my car that little white fuzzball made a bee-line for me. Mewing and being sweet and lovey. I picked her up and she purred and made little air-biscuits. I looked around and didn’t see anyone. I couldn’t just leave her there? Could I?! Decision made, I put her in my apartment and then went to my yoga class.
At yoga, I chatted with some classmates before the instructor started. One woman said, “I see you have a cat!” I looked at her and said, “What?! How do you know?!” and she pointed at my shirt. In the middle of my white t-shirt was a perfect little paw print. It was directly over my heart.
I decided to keep the kitten.