Calvin was discovered by a friend, as a just-born kitten abandonded in the window well of a home owned by
Westerly Road Church. Kristin agreed to help, and, for the next month, she bottle-fed the young kitten every hour until he gained strength and feedings could be less frequent.
Because of his ecclesiastical source, a theological name seemed appropriate, and Calvin it became. He quickly grew strong and sturdy and is now our largest cat, and the most friendly of the group. He is the climber, and what he lacks in gracefulness he makes up for in agility. No piece of furniture is too high to conquer.
Whereas our other cats have never paid much attention to personal possesions, Calvin collects plastic spoons and plastic drinking straws, which are usually given to him as birthday or Christmas presents. He has a basket of his own on top of a kitchen cabinet, and all his spoons and straws are stored there. Whenever he wants another toy, he jumps up and paws through the inventory until he finds the correct item, then grabs it in his mouth and throws it down to floor level to play with.
Calvin has never bothered much with Polly or Heidi, and it is said that an only child develops his own interests, which he has done. Little did any of us know that, within a year, he would have a younger sister, and that will be next week's story.