The Year of the Cat

About a year ago a straggly, starving, stray cat came into our lives and quickly became a part of our family. My daughter, Summer, named him Lucky because she said that he was lucky to find us and we were lucky to find him. My son, Baxter, named him Spot because he has a big, white spot on his back. So his official name is Lucky Spot.

There are many amazing things that happened when he came into our lives. First, I didn't even like cats. At all. They are too needy, they shed everywhere and they are too, well, cat-like. But I am the first to admit that I am in love with our cat. Andy is quite smitten with him too. Our almost 12-year-old poodle, Molasses, has always been infatuated by cats and she was so thrilled to have one for her very own. You are probably thinking that Molasses really just wanted to eat a cat for lunch or torment it day and night. But the funny thing is that Lucky not only tolerates Molasses, he liked her from the start and they are best pals. Lucky walks to the bus stop with us every morning and follows the kids everywhere. He rolls on the driveway and accepts kisses from Molasses. It's very funny when he hides in the bushes and pounces on Molasses. It cracks us up. We all love that he gets really funny and feisty one minute and the next minute he's a cuddly love bug. It's so sweet that he snuggles up with the kids at night.

He has also made many friends in the neighborhood. He makes his rounds and gives everyone the impression that they are his one and only. But he always comes home to us. My next door neighbor thinks we should buy him a gold chain for his neck because he struts around like he's king of the world.
Summer was right...we are lucky!