We once had three cats, one white, one black and one orange. The white one was killed in the road. The black one asked to be let out one day. I opened the door for her and she never came back. Before the last one died of old age, we got a beautiful white kitty. When she was near grown, I took her to the vet to have ear polyps removed. The operation was a success but the patient died.
The vet offered to help us find a new cat so I told him I wanted a Hemingway cat. He found us one - extra toes on all four feet and the sweetest, friendliest personality you could ever hope for. We named him Bigfoot. He was hit by a car and killed.
The vet found us two more Hemingway cats, a brother-sister pair. Their extra toes are on the front feet only. You've seen Yeti. Here's Sasquatch.
