by Lianne Margaret
Siamese Snowshoe Dawber
I told my roommates I was leaning strongly toward getting a kitten. After some discussion, I said I would get anything female, and NOT a Siamese.
So before the month was out, they gave me a male, AND a Siamese!
After a few days without finding a name that fit him, I decided on Dawber, as DB and AW were the initials of my roommates. The name fit well.
We all moved apart, lost touch, and reconnected almost twenty years later. I told AW that that cat was closer to me than any other living thing.
He accepted and loved my husband, though it meant sharing my attention. When our child was born, Dawber would always be there for bedtime stories, and sit as guardian and companion with him until he fell asleep, only to join me afterwards for our own tea and cuddle time.
Dawber was a Snowshoe Siamese, with four white feet; people always assumed his name was "Daub" as if he'd walked through white paint.
Not only was his name fitting, but he was the perfect fit for me.
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