Answer 1: When you don't think it's a cat. Question 1: What's the best quality a cat can have?
Answer 2: It's coming. [It's here.] Question 2: Where's the required picture for your petblog?
Mrs. Linklater has had many favorite pets, both cats and dogs. She has loved them all. And misses each one every day. All have gone to pet heaven. Except one -- his ashes are still in a box on a bookcase. At least the company that charged Mrs. Linklater $90 to cremate him says those are his ashes.
Anyway -- which beloved pet should Mrs. Linklater tell a heartwarming story about?
Today, the pretty and sweet-as-pie Sandy, a half Siamese, half American tabby with bright blue eyes, gets the nod, because she stepped out of her usual role as a soft and furry lap pet-- a real cuddlebutt -- to become the heroic patrol pet who warned her family that there was DANGER DANGER DANGER!!!
One evening Mrs. Linklater's family was watching TV in the living room, when Sandy came into the room meowing. Meow. Meow. Meow.
FYI: Sandy was adopted as a stray kitten and named by Mrs. Linklater's older daughter after the Olivia Newton John character in "Grease."
Everybody thought she was just announcing her presence. "Hello, I'm here. Do something about it!"
So someone picked her up and plopped her down with all the folks on the couch. One of her favorite spots to be.
In two seconds she had jumped off the couch and scampered out of the room. Only to come back again meowing. Meow. Meow. Meow.
This time when someone got up to get her, she turned and ran out of the room. Again. Everybody decided just to ignore her and went back to watching TV.
Mrs. Linklater thought it was a 'cat thing.'
But here comes Sandy one more time, meow, meow, meow, meow. Sh-h-h-h-h-h. Meow, meow, meow, meow. Wha-a-a-a-a-a-t!???!!!
Slightly annoyed, Mrs. Linklater got up and walked toward Sandy. Sandy turned and ran.
At this point Mrs. Linklater actually said these very words to her family, "I think she's trying to tell us something." Cue the violins, we're about to have a moment from Lassie Come Home.
So everybody got up to follow Sandy, who had returned once again meowing -- meow, meow, meow.
She led us to one of the bedrooms, where a lampshade had tilted and was touching the lightbulb. Already the lamp was smoking and a dark brown area on the lampshade looked like it was about to burst into flames.
Meow! Meow! Meow! See I told you there was something wrong!!!! But no!!! You thought I was just a cat who was acting like a -- well, like a cat. Next time, pay attention!
Wow -- Sandy saved us from a fire. Mrs. Linklater was so grateful that her sweetums poopsie babykins was a hero that she did something she almost never did. She changed Sandy's kitty litter that night. Put in all new stuff. Actually did it herself. Without the usual gloves and a mask. Didn't make the kids do it. Or wait for the housekeeper.
Now that's a grateful pet owner.
[Unfortunately Sandy was poisoned by the powder some vet tech used to get rid of fleas. Dog fleas. This vet tech didn't read the instructions that said, "Dangerous to felines." It had carboryl in it, which can turn docile cats into mean ones. Overnight Sandy began biting everyone, and after she bit a neighbor, Mrs. Linklater made the difficult decision to put her down. She is buried in the back yard under a pretty maple tree that was planted as a seedling on her grave.]