Little Man

I know, a strange name for cat, but he is not your every day cat.

He came to us by way of my son, who had found him cold, damp and dirty in a pile of grass  clippings.  He was a tiny thing.  And although my son would have liked to have kept him, he couldn't due to allergies.  But by the time he called me and brought him over, he and his family had already named him Mocha.

As my wife cuddled him to help warm him up and I ran out for some kitten food, she had changed his name, Cocoa.  But I still wasn't sure.   Anyway after a bath and some food, we went to bed with the kitten settled in a carrier set on my night stand (where I could reach out and put my fingers through the grate.)

Having been and still working from home, the kitten stayed with me day in and day out.  During these days, he spent hours napping on my desk as I worked and it during this time that I began referring to him as my little man and somehow it stuck.

Every once in a while a pet comes into your life that has a special and positive affect on you.  Many years ago when my son was very young, he brought home a black  kitten.  At that time my son split his week between my house and his mom's, so Cat (his name was Midnight but I always called him Cat) became my  cat.

Now Little Man has become my cat (or maybe I have become his human), but regardless he has become a character in many of my writing projects.

And although he no longer fits, he still like to try and sit on my desk (and PC and has managed to find settings I never knew existed.)