We weren't looking for her, but when we saw a sign that said "free kittens" at a friends' farm, we couldn't resist. She had barely been handled and came with a guarantee we could return her if she didn't warm up. A challenging chase ensued to catch her, but we never had to consider taking her back.
Naming pets is usually a chore for us but hers came easily. I had just returned from a trip to New York City, so we named her Brooklyn. Rachel was three and Micah was five.
Her affection was on her terms, but when she was in a loving mood you could not pet her enough. She did not meow--she talked, leading the vet to believe she might have been part Siamese. She became Micah's cat first; all others were second.
She disappeared on Halloween or the next morning, darting out the door and leaving a hole that won't quickly be filled. We're hoping another loving family has started their story with a slightly aloof cat who was part of our family's story for 7 delightful years.
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