Dad’s parents had seven children and two cats - a scruffy orange tabby brother and a beautiful calico sister.
Dad’s father and his friends sat around drinking one day, discussing how great the female was - always catching mice - and how lazy the male cat was. During the conversation, the male cat slipped outside.
He returned several times, each time with a fresh dead mouse. He lined them up in a row in front of the group.
“Ever been to Jiufen?” I asked Mom.
“You should go! It has a nice view of the sea. It’s supposed to be the city that inspired Spirited Away. And they have the best gweh I’ve ever tasted - your favorite, with taro and the green one with radish or whatever the chewy stuff is.”
She looked skeptical. “How did you get there? You don’t speak the language.”
Two orange tabby brothers followed us home in December. They lived with us for five weeks, snuggling, wrestling, running around like madmen and punching each other in the face, until their owners saw our “found” signs (which had been posted in front of their house for weeks).
Chupa misses them a ton. They shredded furniture, ate my expensive paintbrushes, pawed wet paintings and shoved my brush around whenever I painted, but they were cute and soft fuzzballs.