Nite

Nite turned eight on June 3, the birthday we gave her. Here she's resting on our winter quilt.

The following appeared on our Intranet for work:

Nite was a lady of the night rescued by our youngest son from under a bush at a busy intersection in Concord. No one responded to lost and found ads so our family adopted her, giving her the birthday of the day we moved. So she's five years old and was a young cat when found. She's a short-haired all black with chartreuse eyes. Nite is best known for responding to whistling or singing, especially hymns. She will jump on a lap and snuggle around the face to try to stop the singing. After being an indoor-outdoor cat a new dog frightened her into leaving the yard and crossing the street regularly so we keep her in now to protect her, letting her into a net tunnel when she wants out, then letting her scratch on wood outside. Nite is a lovely companion but probably not too child friendly as when she's had enough petting she may nip or swipe, especially when she's tired. She was a great tree climber and had a favorite pastime of catching salamanders. A home is not a home without a cat.