Wow, coincidence. My Kydie always came running at my whistle too. She would hide from strangers but always came out when they were gone acting like she owned the place (because she did).
We always thought she was a meow-less cat, because she never made a peep for about the first 12 yrs or so, then one day she just started singing like a bird with a real cat-vocabulary, and really loud. She used to ball me out and give me a good lecture if she didn’t like the kind of cat food I gave her. She had me so trained that I sometimes had to go to several different stores until I found the right flavor or cat food brand she wanted or else I was gonna really get it. I’m absolutely convinced she actually knew a lot of the words I spoke and knew exactly what I was saying and talking about. She was incredibly smart for a cat.
I know I will never get another cat because I didn’t really want to be owned by this one in the first place but that’s exactly what happened. And to think for almost 25 years.
I’ll never forget Kydie and even though I’m a fairly rugged sort, this kitty won my heart and will always hold a big place there. I hope if I ever really get to heaven that I will have my little owner there waiting for me in the window.
I hope she is, too.