Some readers may recall that in May, we brought home a cat from the Sonoma County Animal Shelter.[1] I named him Captain James T. Kirk, because he shares a lust for adventure and a certain recklessness with the Star Trek character by that name. Because his coloration is mostly black, my mother was extremely reluctant to let him out at night, but he kept pushing the limits, and eventually, she gave in. Soon thereafter, he started disappearing for the entire day, not coming home until quite late at night, often after my mother had gone to bed. We were seeing very little of him.
Eventually a neighbor called, saying that the cat was spending more and more time at their house, and asking if they could adopt him. My mother, correctly I think, said yes, but Captain Kirk apparently did not choose to be adopted. When that door opened, he started showing up here a bit more.
- [1]David Benfell, “A New Housemate,” May 16, 2012, https://disunitedstates.org/?p=4767↩