Where someone loved her best of all
Friday, May 25, 2012 at 2:03PM by
Alison DeLory Almost 16 years ago, before the house and before the kids, we agreed to foster a cat. Abandoned by her mother in infancy, she was to be with us only for a few weeks until she was strong enough for adoption. Thinking our time with her was to be brief we named her quickly while watching football on a Sunday afternoon: Reggie, for Green Bay Packer defensive end Reggie White, even though she was decidedly feminine. Reggie had the brightest blue eyes, the longest whiskers and the bushiest tail we'd ever seen. At the end of the fostering period, she had imprinted herself on us—me especially—and the idea of handing her over to someone else was out of the question.


