Morgan was
abandoned in a Santa Ana parking lot in 1984. She was only three
months old, but even then, she knew how to handle things. The
charm was turned on to the hilt, and we couldn’t resist.
Of course, being a Calico with a black patch over one eye did
help us to fall in love, and so we named her after Morgan the
Pirate. She soon proved to be as tough as her namesake when she
challenged the neighborhood bully. We looked out the window just
in time to see our baby stand nose-to-nose with the big tomcat.
He was ready for battle. And so was she, and she wouldn’t
back off. After a few seconds, he turned and walked off. We never
saw him again. Sure, she’s stubborn, opinionated, and bossy,
but it’s all wrapped up in a lovable package.
Morgan met
Squirt in 1988 when he was four months old. He came into our garage
and fell asleep in her bed. She took that as an answer to a prayer,
and they’ve been together ever since. He arrived with a chewed-up
tail, big feet, an endless appetite, and enough love to fill the
town. We thought he was a stray, and he got his name when we asked
him, “Whose squirt are you?” We soon found his owners,
and they said we could keep him since he’d already moved
in.
Although he
says he can’t prove it, he must have some Maine Coon in him.
The large paws and big heart are proof for us. He likes to watch
Tom & Jerry cartoons and to have his fur brushed, but his
favorite pastime is to spend romantic moments with his “tasty
morsel of love”
- Morgan
