Family Man
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Cat's Life
By Darlene Prickett

When a Cat adopts you there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it until the wind changes.
~T. S. Eliot

My husband, BJ, and I knew our cat, Willow, was beautiful but we didn't realize she had attracted a suitor until the day there was an orange cat sitting on our patio staring in. He just sat there content to watch Willow lounging on the couch. Day after day, he was there. After about a week, BJ decided it was time to have a talk with this feline Casanova. He opened the patio door and the cat strolled in and curled up with Willow on the couch.

We were surprised and amused by his nerve. Every day, the cat would show up, spend the day with us, and then meow by the door to be let out at night. We obliged since, after all, he wasn't our cat. He was nobody's cat as far as we could tell. He had no collar or tag. I don't remember how long we waited before we admitted to ourselves that he was our cat and bought him a collar and tagged him as "Buster." The very next day, we received a call from our neighbor. We weren't home so she left a message. (Keep reading)