It rained heavily on and off all night. When I got up to look out the window I saw the back of a cat that I didn’t dare believe was Kelly Koh. I went to the kitchen to get some cat food. It started to rain again, but before the cat ran away, I managed to get a glimpse of that unmistakable beautiful feisty face of Kelly Koh’s. All was well in the world again.
Once it stopped raining, she was back on the ledge looking up towards the third floor windows. She ran towards me when I opened the door. I knew she was just running towards the food, but I’ll take anything I can get. She ate happily and let me scratch her, but only when I was doing it right. I was elated.
The third-floor lady asked about the two sickly kittens. “Doctor.” She and her husband are always supportive and grateful when they find out we’ve brought a cat for spaying. Her nods and sighs of relief reinforce my evolving view on spaying and neutering, especially homeless animals, i.e., it is not just an animal issue, it’s women’s issue.
Seeing Kelly Koh today convinces me even more. I’m so thankful we were able to catch and spay her last year. She looks healthy and has put on some weight. That’s what happens when females are not constantly pregnant, nursing and surrendering whatever little food they can find to their babies. It’s true; Kelly Koh is obviously bigger than Egyptian and Timid al Kotor. Yes, I got to see all the three sisters together. It was a great day, and that wasn’t the only great thing that happened.