One day while I was eating breakfast, I happened to look out onto the porch and saw a Cat.
Something about the cat made me smile, so after I finished breakfast, I went outside and sat down.
She came up to me, sniffed about a bit and rubbed against me, so I gave her some scritches.
She came back the next day and made herself quite at home.
I asked about the neighborhood if anyone was missing a cat, but I kept getting a "no".
To make a long story short, I get her vaccinated, got her a chip put in and took her home.
By the 3rd day I still hadn't settled on a name, but on the 4rth day while watching a Sherlock Holmes movie
with the late, great Jeremy Brett, the landlady of 221 Baker Street made an appearance and got in Holmes' way
to which he responded, "Mrs. Hudson, you're dreadfully underfoot."
I laughed and decided to call my cat, "Mrs. Hudson".
) and Boo the chihuahua (he is 8 years old and his birthday is the same day as Yoko's!)
