Trollop

In 1990, I decided that I wanted a second cat. I didn't want to wait too long to bring in another cat, because I didn't want Gleep to turn into a schmuck. So one day, Eddy and I went down to the local pound. We walked into the cat room and there was this 6- month-old cat clinging to the front of her cage and yelling at us. "Hey! Take me! You're finally here! It's about damn time!" All I could see was a tan tummy with black spots -- I had no idea what the rest of her looked like, but I knew I had to have her.

When they put her in my arms, I could see that she was a rich, gorgeous tabby cat with golden tones to her fur. She rode in my arms and purred all the way home. She delighted in shaking Gleep up -- he had settled into a quiet routine which was far too boring for an active young girl. She pestered him until he gave in, and they became friends. I named her Trollop because she was beautiful with a bitchy attitude, and the name just seemed to fit.

She slept with me every night until I left Eddy. We decided that she should stay with him, because she was really Eddy's cat. It was hard, though... I loved her, and she loved me. Eddy said that every time I left the apartment, Trollop would run to the door when she heard the truck pull back into the parking pace. She always greeted me at the door with a speech.

I was one of the first 50!

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