The "My Wife: The Savior Of The Unwanted" Story

The little gray kitten making another visit.

It was an ordinary day.  Carol is standing by the rear door of our Beach House in Lancaster County, PA looking at the little ball of gray fur that is looking in the door at her.  She opened the door, but the furry creature, one of God's own creations, was frightened off.  Day after day the little kitten arrived, ate the dish of food she would put out for it, and went back into hiding.  The fall air began to get a chill to it and then the cold days arrived.  The kitten began to grow as Carol watched on a daily basis.  And then one day another kitten arrived to eat with the gray one.  This beautiful kitten looked like royalty with it's beautiful stripes, head held high and sleek posture.  Then one day as Carol was baking Christmas cookies she looked at the bowl of food on the rear stoop.

The handsome one, Mr. Snickerdoodle!

There stood royalty by the dish.  She opened the door and picked up the new breakfast attendee before it knew what had happened and brought it into the house as the little gray ball of fur stood by and watched.  The squirmy kitten escaped from her grasp and ran for the nearest door.  Shortly we had a new addition to our home who we kept in our office a few weeks until it became accustomed to us and its new surroundings.  All the while the little ball of gray fur made visits to the rear door.  And then one day it stepped into the house when she opened the door with the morning breakfast, curious as to what had happened to her royal friend.  The gray kitten rubbed against Carol and curled into her lap when she sat on the floor by the rear door.  Wasn't long before we took her to have her spayed.  

The Gray Lady napping in Carol's lap.  What a trusting little soul!

Then we took the sleek one, now named Snicker- doodle after the batch of cookies Carol had been baking when he arrived, to have him neutered.  Before long we had two new additions scurrying about the house to replace our recently departed friend, Creamsicle, who was an orange and white stray who happened to jump a snowdrift after a winter storm a few years ago and land in our hearts.  Many do not believe in feeding the feral or stray cats that wander the neighborhoods of every community in the world, but we cannot bear to see them die for reasons they cannot help.  

The sign says it all!

Both Snickerdoodle as well as now named "The Gray Lady" are growing and thriving in their new environ- ment.  They are a treat to watch them interact with each other.  The Gray Lady still sits on Carol's lap as she did that one day in January when the temperature hovered near zero.  Even finds her way to my lap from time to time.  Snickerdoodle is getting more handsome everyday as he grows.  A truly gentle giant!  But, the hero of the house is my wife who has been the savior of those that have come across her path while searching for a free meal when no one else will serve them.  It's just as the sign says that stands by our rear door: "Strays Gather Here!"  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.