Marley was a little orange fluff ball who wondered in the front door one day. I had been watching Ella and Brandon in the back yard, so the back door was open. I had been in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch, when he swaggered in.
His gold eyes and tiger stripes were perfect, other than a little dirt, and he made sure to spend lots of time buttering me up. His purr was very soothing and he wasn't afraid to let the kids pet him or hold him. I knew that day that he was a strange cat, but that somehow he had chosen to be here. How could I argue with that?