A few months after my cat Wolfgang died back in 2007, I decided that he could never be replaced.

Besides.

I had my three other cats who my brother referred to as ” Womb Mates ” because they all came from the same litter

and two dogs.

A few months after Wolfie died  this friend of mine shows up at my work and he looks like he just get caught raiding the cookie jar and he tells me he caught a cat in a cat trap and was on his way to the Humane Society to drop the cat off.

So I go out to look at what I think is a stray cat and when my friend opens the back of his Jeep up I see this beautiful black cat laying on  back and he’s playing with his paws.

 So this cat looks at me and meows at me and that looks on his face says, ” So what took you so long to get here lady?”

I grab the cage and right there named him Carl Kolchak, in honor of the TV character who got his start in the Seattle Underground- which is technically where my warehouse is.

It never occured to me this wasn’t the right thing to do.

In case you’re wondering, when I introduced Kolchak to his new ‘family’ the only problem I had was that Blitzer chased him under the sideboard a couple of times- which wasn’t a big deal because not only does he do that to his brothers he’s tried to do it to my dogs who can only manage to get their heads under there- and that’s because they’re good sports.

So  Wolfgang never was replaced.

I guess what did happen was that Kolchak found us.

That’ll teach me, life has a funny way of going on- even when you don’t want it too.