I don’t believe I’ve ever celebrated Caturday, so let this be the first.
Today, I wish happy Caturday to Buddy, the first cat I ever liked. He wasn’t the first cat I ever had. The first cat I ever had was, I believe, named Missy. I adopted her when I lived in Brookville, Indiana, which is a long story. She was so psychotic, she makes Katya, my current cat, look like a throw rug.
Buddy wasn’t my cat, now that I think of it. He belonged to my housemate. He (the cat — my housemate was a girl) was a marmalade (or, if you’re British, ginger), and he was such a sweetie, I’ve loved ginger (or, if you’re American, marmalade) cats ever since.
When I was very young, I read a story about a man whose cat was going to have kittens and who wanted to get them adopted, and decided the best way was through smart advertising. So he put up a sign saying, “Rose colored kittens.” Everybody was all excited and couldn’t wait for their arrival. Everybody wanted a rose colored kitten. So the big day came, and sure enough, the kittens were rose colored. They were yellow.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character needs to talk somebody into adopting an animal.
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