Originally Posted by VirginiaR
Awwwww. What a heartwarming story. /siff/ That cat burglar sure knew what she was doing. smile I figured out who it was by the fact Clark remembered her soft hair. I've met many a cat who has soft fur... and having adopted a couple of un-cuddly kittens last summer, envious that this one is so ready to love Lois and Clark.
Thank you. Yeah, the cat is a smart one. She knew that the nice man who saved her, then petted her for a while would make a good choice to turn into her owner. She also knew how to get Lois to agree to let her stay.

Originally Posted by LMA
Welcome back, Lady Loisette! And what a lovely, heart-warming story to read tonight clap

I was really curious to find out just who had broken into the brownstone-- and really wasn't sure till the part about being curled up on Clark's pillow. Once I read 'curled up', I immediately thought of a cat.

Loved the story, and look forward to reading more of your work smile...

On a side note--and probably need to put a WHAM warning in here--ironically, I sat down to read this story with my cat Bella on my lap...petting her all the while reading. Anyway, the fact that it was a story about a cat, and I had her here with me while reading, was a bit ironic. But--the bigger irony is that just this afternoon I found out she is sick, very sick, with failing kidneys due to kidney cancer. And just tonight, have come to the conclusion (based on results from today) to say goodbye to her tomorrow. Anyway, your story could not have come at a better time wink --'we' always read fanfic together, and it was such a touching way to end the night. So thank you...very much.

And so sorry to bring it up here/now, but the timing of your story was just so perfectly placed. It will be something I always will remember associated with her.

Thanks much,
Laura
Thank you. It's nice to have time to visit this place again. I'm glad you enjoyed the story and that it came at just the right time for you. I had been thinking of waiting until tomorrow to post the story. I'm glad I decided to post today so that you could read it tonight.

Sorry about your sweet little kitty. My cat Midnight, who served as a big part of the inspiration for this story had to be put to sleep exactly 1 week before her 13th birthday, so I know how it feels to have to say goodbye to a beloved pet. Hugs to you and your sweet little kitty.


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