Anyone who knows me knows that I am very fond of cats. Not fond enough to have one now, but back in the day I had as many as three at once. In my defense, that was only because, when my daughter moved back home after her divorce she brought her two children and her two cats. Since we already had one cat, that brought the total to three. When she remarried she took the kids but left the cats. Go figure. Up to then we had only had, at the most, two cats at a time. I'm not a crazy cat lady, quite. But all this is simply the prelude to an encounter I had with a cat yesterday. Now, I have plenty of encounters with dogs because there is frequently one riding with it's person in the elevator when I am getting a ride. They need to go out! And that's fine. I like these occasional chances to pat a dog, but even though I know they are around, cats stay in their apartments and are seldom seen. Until yesterday. I was coming home from a meeting when I saw a cat strolling down the hall. It turns out that the gentleman who lives at the end of the hall lets his cat out to walk the length of the hall from time to time. A little extra exercise, I guess. We chatted, as I enjoyed patting the cat, about cats of course. As I was patting the cat I realized that this was an unusual cat. In the face it looked like my tabby, all the usual markings, and it was ordinary cat size, but the markings on its sides look like a leopard or bobcat. Spotted, any way. It was beautiful. My new friend told me that it is a relatively new breed of cat, a cross between some kind of wild cat and a domestic cat. Really beautiful. I googled spotted cats and the closest I found was a Bengal cat, but I'm not sure that was it. Whatever. It is a very fancy cat.
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