Some people would stare as they drove through the neighborhood at the posted 15 miles per hour. After all how many men with canes carry a full grown cat! This old man did. And not only that...he would talk to the cat! "Calico, you're my baby, you're my catkid! My daughter is away, grown up, and away in the U.S. Navy, and YOU my friend are elected the CATKID!" The cat would purr contentedly as if understanding every word. Calico's favorite answer was,"Pu-reow" with that special growly sound.
Inside the house, the old man deposited the cat on a nearby chair especially covered with a towel, where calico would recline within easy petting reach of the man whose hands would occasionally race across the keyboard before the glowing computer screen.
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