True Tales: The Cat Who Came To Dinner
By Rachele Baker, DVM – I am pleased to introduce Heather Eisenstadt as the author of this True Tale. Heather is a writer and content creator who shares her life with a cat named Sammi. Here is Heather’s story:
The Cat Who Came To Dinner
It was Christmas Day and we were vacationing at a pet friendly cottage in the mountains of Asheville, North Carolina. It was cold and rainy, and my husband and I and our three dogs and two cats were glad to be inside near the cozy warmth of the fireplace. I had just finished taking the holiday turkey out of the oven when I thought I heard a soft “Meow, Meow” on our front porch. None of the dogs seemed to notice, so I continued getting our dinner ready. Then I heard it again. “Meow, Meow.” It was louder now – right on our doorstep. Although our dogs loved their kitty brothers, we put the three of them in the bedroom and opened the door. In the doorway stood a bedraggled Tortie kitten about six months old. Fearlessly she walked into the cottage and jumped on the sofa in front of the fire. “Meow,” she said, asking us for Christmas hospitality. I cut some of the turkey into small pieces and she allowed my husband the privilege of hand feeding her. She was famished. She gobbled up the turkey and we gave her more. When she was finished, she jumped down from the sofa and went to the door. “Meow, Meow,” she said. My husband opened the door for her and she ran down the porch steps and into the woods.
The next day we made inquiries to see if any of our neighbors owned or knew about the Tortoiseshell kitten. Although she was obviously used to people, no one knew anything about her. She didn’t belong to our neighbors or to the farmer down the road. My husband and I talked about her all day trying to convince ourselves that she was safe. Already she was finding a place in our hearts. We thought we had seen the last of our dinner guest, but we were wrong. That evening she was back, meowing at our front door. She came in and sat on the sofa, waiting expectantly. I cut her some turkey and when she was done she meowed to leave. Reluctantly, we let her go. The following day we broadened our search. Still, no one knew of a Tortoiseshell kitten that roamed the area. That night, I was preparing myself not to be disappointed if she didn’t come back. Her usual time came and went. I was thinking perhaps we should look for her when I heard it. “Meow, Meow.” We rushed to open the door and to our amazement discovered why she was late. She had brought a friend. A black kitten of about the same age had come with her. While he allowed us to pet him, he wasn’t as brave as she. He preferred to stay on the porch, but she came in and went straight to her place on the sofa. We still had plenty of turkey left, so I cut up a feline feast. While they were eating, we called the couple that owned the cottage where we were staying. They lived just up the road and had dogs and cats of their own. When they heard about the black kitten, they immediately came over. It was love at first sight. They named him Homer and he became part of their family. As for the Tortie, we weren’t sure if she wanted to stay, so my husband opened the door for her. She looked at him as if to say, “What, are you nuts?” She snuggled in on the sofa and went to sleep. That was thirteen years ago. To this day, no one knows where the Tortoiseshell kitten came from or how she knew to come to us to find a home for herself and her friend. But every Christmas we all return to the little cottage in Asheville and every year I tell her the story of how she came to dinner and became our Sammi. I know she likes to hear it, because she says “Meow.”
About the Author: Heather Eisenstadt is a writer and content creator and is currently producing a television series about awesome adventures pet parents can share with their pets. You can learn more at Heather’s website Pets Welcome Here.
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