Savannah

My first memory of Savannah was as a neighborhood stray. Because she’s a very petite cat, I wasn’t aware of how young she was until she started hanging around the house. The neighborhood male cats chased her through our yard on a daily basis. Once I caught her “making a deposit” in a garden in our back yard, and it smelled like Secretariat dropped a flop.

As she hung around, we started to provide water and a little cat food for her in extreme heat or cold. If it was forecast to go below 40 degrees, wed bring her into the garage and make up a little bed for her.