Midnight, like most pampered house cats, wanted for nothing. He jumped into any lap, any time. He enjoyed fresh water and canned Friskies cat food in every flavor the ads declared delicious, as well as nutritious. Our home provided a loving castle for this feline king. What more could he want?
The three little girls of our household named him Midnight, because nestled in a child’s palm, the little ball of jet black fuzz felt like a furry sphere of darkness. However, to my mother, the cute, bright-eyed kitten was “Pretty Boy.” Can you guess to which name he would respond most?