Freaky

I have a landlady who will watch cats while tenants are out of town. She came to meet my Biggs before I went to take the bar. She told me then that her late kitty, Rocky, looked a lot like my Biggs and that he was most likely a thoroughbred. No way I believed that; my father adopted Biggs from the Humane Society in Huntsville, Alabama. Biggs and I over time got to be friends.

Today, my landlady showed me a picture of her Rocky. He was a splitting image of my Biggs. Enough so that I was freaked as I drove to the grocery store. I asked her for a copy of her photo so I can post a side-by-side so we can all compare.