Christmas Snow
by Kristina Wallace of Bremerton, WA

On a Saturday evening, two years ago, my husband and I were getting ready to go out and do a little Christmas shopping. I had heard a cat meowing rather loudly outside somewhere. This went on for about 20 minutes before I finally decided to go investigate.

I walked out to the end of our driveway, the meowing got louder. Across the street was a small white cat, about 5 months old, just sitting there crying. I walked over to her and she let me pick her up. It had been raining earlier, but she wasn't wet, so I knew she hadn't been there long. She snuggled inside my warm coat and my heart melted.

I knew I was pushing my luck to ask my husband if I could get another cat, we already had two that ruled our home. So, I put some food and warm milk outside for her and we left to do our shopping, not sure what I would do if she was still there when we returned back home.

Sure enough, as soon as I got out of the car I could hear this loud meowing again and found her still inside our fenced yard. Again, when I picked her up, she snuggled inside my coat, so I decided to bring her inside. She immediately curled up on my lap and went to sleep. I looked at my husband and gave him that look that said, "oh, please let me keep her." I called the local animal shelter and left a "found" message.

Not wanting to let her near my other cats until the vet could check her out, I put her in the bathroom for the night. The next morning when I opened the door, her back was towards me and she didn't turn around until the door actually touched her. It was that instant that I realized she was deaf. I took her to the vet on Monday and had her checked out, and her only problem was an ear infection which was cleared up with a couple of shots.

She was such a love and demanded so much attention, I just couldn't imagine anyone just abandoning her. I never got a call from anyone looking for her and I had decided to keep her, with my husband's approval.

Then I had to decide on a name for this beautiful white fluff of fur. Nothing else came to me but one name -- and so, like Christmas snow that falls silently in the night, so is the world that our "Christmas Snow" lives in. She stills has to be the center of attention and lets me know when she wants to curl up in my lap. I even taught her my own version of some sign language. I know she was meant to be a part of my life and I know she's happy here.