One day, I got off the summer day-camp bus and found a Tabby cat gingerly walking around my lawn. I signaled to it and it suddenly came to me. I named her Menou. Although my mother didn’t like cats and told me not to feed her, I did.
Each day, I would jump off the afternoon bus and quickly run to give her tuna, water and lots of cuddles. This went on for weeks during the summer of 1971. On a very hot day, I got off the bus and I couldn’t find Menou. Surprisingly, she was on a blanket at my front door. My mother told me she was in labor and was about to give birth! My 9 year old life suddenly changed.