It was 25 years ago, almost to the minute, that Opie came into my (and Lorraine's) life. It was Christmas day, and we were on the road from Northern Virginia to Niceville, Florida. We had stopped at the Denny's just off the freeway to get some dinner. We finished our meal (I had the turkey dinner), and I headed out to the truck while Lorraine made a quick call.
When I got to the truck, I could hear a cat meowing. I said something to the cat, and she ran over to where I was standing. She was pretty insistent about getting attention. It was odd to have a small cat in a Denny's parking lot, so I went inside to see if anyone knew anything about this cat. They'd heard it outside throughout the day, but had to idea where it belonged.
I checked (unsuccessfully) at a nearby motel...still no clues.
So, we packed up the cat, and headed south.
After some amazing adventures without us, we picked here up (again) in Niceville on our way north (back to Northern Virginia), about a week later.
She lived with us for 17 1/2 more years. What a great cat!
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