Five years ago I wrote about my cat for The SandPaper. I’m not sure I actually called her “my cat” then as she showed up in my yard and I fed her from time to time.

Then she became a regular at dinnertime along with a gull I named Sammy. I called my feline freeloader Kitty, and she and Sammy were there for breakfast as well. I contacted the animal shelter to see if Kitty could be neutered, and a wonderful volunteer showed up with a trap.