It happened at the hairdresser's

Since my Blue-cat died a horrible death, I have pushed the whole part of his dying out of my mind.  Our faithful old 14-year-old Mama Kitty, the outside cat, doesn't hunt anymore: She eats, drinks, and naps.  She has my respect and love for the wonderful mother she was before she was spayed, and also for the way she hunted in her younger years, and went on walks in the pasture with us.  

However, she can't take the place of Blue:  In the first place, our little Cora brought him to me when we were her babysitters.  She chose him for me especially, because I wanted a grey cat.  He almost could fit into one hand, he was so tiny.  He was an inside/outside cat, and didn't need a litter box because he'd go to the door and meow when he needed to go.  

We have never had a cat that was totally a house cat, and I've been scared to get another one and let it live outside even part-time because my heart was so broken when Blue died.  

Saturday Cliff and I went to Style Corner in Buckner because we both needed haircuts.  That lady is about as close from our home as any other hair-cutter, and we like her.  But this was the first time I had met her cat.

Coal-black he was, not a spot of white on his body.  I reached down to pet him, and he decided to be my friend.  I was stroking his back, and I found myself saying, "Oh, I miss my cat."

I was almost ready to cry, but I didn't want to cry in front of my hairdresser, so I held back.  Cliff wasn't paying attention to me:  Since he has Cochlear Implants, he tunes his ears to hear only what's on his phone so he can laugh at comical stuff, and he is literally deaf to everything else.  So yesterday, (Sunday) I was telling him how that black cat had affected me, and I did cry a bit in telling the story.  And he said, "Well then, get a cat.  At this point, I don't care if we have a cat in the house all the time."

And he sounded like he really meant it.  

He enjoyed Blue's kitten days as much as I did.  It was the first time he had even paid attention to a kitten.  And let's face it, the whole world is full of cute kittens at any given time.

So the search is on.  I think I may already have found the one I want, but if not, I know there's one somewhere.