But Sandy still set out food for Donovan's feline visitors, who came by daily for a memorial snack. In more ways than one, the bobtailed kitty had found a bird nest on the ground. Then to my surprise and Sandy's delight, she even began using the litter box I'd passed along. At my house I've done what I can for the carpet, though I'm sure warm weather will bring fragrant reminders of Miss Kitty's short, eventful stay with me. And I really don't mind, because now whenever I see her, she does the cat dance and flops close to be petted.
Nothing soothes the spirit like the soft, contented quack of a happy cat.