Ten years ago, this Christmas Eve, I was finally able to capture the feral kitten I had been feeding for three months. A thunderstorm was forecast along with a nighttime low that would have been miserable. I was determined to get that kitten inside no matter what! Luck was on my side because his curiosity about the holiday cooking aromas enticed him inside and I was able to close the door.
That precious tuxedo cat was so scared that he opened the cabinet door under the kitchen sink and hid there. I kept hearing a tiny meow and realized that he wasn't really *that* scared and wanted me to know where he was.
All this time, we thought that *he* was a *she* and got quite the surprise when we found out that Olive was a boy cat. After hiding under the kitchen sink on Christmas Eve, only one name suited him. He was named after the character, Randy, in A Christmas Story.
Here's my boy:
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