When I was in college I lived in New York City in a fifth floor walk up apartment. It had two bedrooms the size of shoe boxes, a kitchen, a living room and a bathroom with a claw foot bathtub. Everyday on my way to classes I would pass the window of this second hand store. There was a cat in the window that would follow me as I passed the window. It became a "thing" with us. He/she was a beautiful sleek, Russian blue with big yellow eyes. I became obsessed with this beautiful animal and determined that I had to have one just like it. (Formally, I was a "red-tabby" type of person.) So, I went to the ASPCA to adopt a kitten. To my surprise the ASPCA had a small, sad looking little gray kitten that just fit the bill. I paid my donation amount, had her checked out by the vet and took her home to my fifth-floor walk-up. So cute, so sad. When I got her home I discovered she had double paws. She had the normal four toes on each paw, but the vestigial thumb which is normally half way up the inner side of of the front leg was down with the four other toes and it was "doubled". This little kitten was so cute with its "big" double paws, but as it played I saw it pick things up in its paws like a monkey. I named her Gato. She was my own very special Russian blue, sleek gray, yellowed eyed, double pawed kitten.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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