A Cat Named Snowflake, Part 1

I previously blogged about Snowflake in an entry entitled “The Stray Cat Who Wasn’t.” Here is the latter part of his life story, serialized for those of you who might have missed it, or who read it and wondered what became of him.

 

It was in the summer of 2016 that I first encountered Snowflake. I’d only learn later that was the cat’s name, because when it just showed up on my front stoop, I assumed the poor beast was lost, abandoned, or a stray. I also assumed the kitty was female, because she was beyond beautiful… she was ravishing! I thought I’d called her Sabrina.

 

snowby-poser

 

The cat appeared to be at least part Angora, with long, silky fur and a grand plume of a tale. The cat was extremely friendly, rubbing up against my legs and meowing in an odd, squawky voice. I snapped some pics and posted them on Facebook, asking if anyone knew who the cat belonged to.

A few days went by, with the cat visiting daily. I fed the kitty, and my cats, Jinx and Milo, looked on jealously from the living room window. I couldn’t believe that this animal, who could easily land the feline equivalent of a modeling contract, could be a stray.

 

flakey boy

 

Turns out that the cat wasn’t a stray at all, but an expert manipulator…

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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Zoey, Part Two: A Cat Named Snowflake

It was Snowy who brought The Deejling to my porch. Snowy, or Snowflake, is my neighbor’s cat. Fluffy, gorgeous, and affectionate, Snowy has led all sorts of felines to my doorstep. Most, it turned out, belonged to other neighbors. The funny thing is, all of the cats had initially been too timid and skittish for me to get near them… until Snowy brought them to me. It was like he told them in Cat Language that I was a safe person. Or, more importantly, a source of food!

snowy tail
Snowflake the neighbor kitty

I was so thrilled when the mini Deej first appeared with Snowy on my doorstep. I was in awe. I took pics and sent them to my ex. He agreed that the kitten was a dead ringer for Deej.

After a few visits, the little guy (or gal?) let me pet it while it was eating. I was so happy! But I shouldn’t be, I thought to myself. I have two cats already. I don’t need a third!

I wasn’t prepared for what would happen next.

zoey snowy
Snowflake watching the Deejling eat