Oct 30, 2007
Today is my cat's unofficial birthday. Sometime around the fall of the Berlin Wall, walking down the street, I found a kitten, lost. She followed me home...for two whole blocks.
I never intended to keep her, but let's get real...how could I resist?
Seeing as it was the day before Halloween, and she was orange and black (a calico in fact), I named her Pyewackett, after the cat in "Bell, Book and Candle."
(I've only met one, count 'em one, person who's ever gotten this reference by the way. If I had a penny for every time I've been asked to explain her name, only to watch a face suddenly glaze over in boredom by the third word...)
Anyway, in my mind it was a stereotypical name for a witch's cat...plus it was a (silly) play on the word "pied," which she is.
She's never been called the full name by the way, only ever "Pye," not that it much matters what you call a cat.
Here she is in her youth. She's now a bit slatternly and obese, but then aren't we all?
Just the same, I think she's still a natural beauty.