When I moved to Louisiana in 1991 for grad school, I had to leave Summer in KY. She would have been miserable without her cat pals. One night in 1995, I woke up from a dead sleep and said "Sum Sum??" (her nickname) out loud for no apparent reason. As it turned out this was either the day before or the day of my parents' having to take Summer to be put to sleep, as the FeLV had finally gotten her. I think she must have sent me vibes that night, to wake me up and tell me goodbye.
A few weeks later, a fat white cat showed up at our place and Abbey never left. We think Summer sent her to us. I miss my little calico. She loved to walk just out of reach, squeak, and flop down so we could go to her and adore her. My dad said she must have had round feet, as she was always flopping over. He called her "little kitty flop and squeak." Summer is now at the Rainbow Bridge, where I know that I will see her again.

