Six-toed cat, 'Hemingway,' offers Hope to Mt. Airy home

by Stacia Friedman
Posted 10/14/21

Life is divided into two stages. The acquisition stage, in which one accumulates spouses, cars, children, pets, mortgages and crockpots. And the downsizing stage, in which all of the above are placed on the curb with a sign “Free to a Good Home.”

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Six-toed cat, 'Hemingway,' offers Hope to Mt. Airy home


Life is divided into two stages. The acquisition stage, in which one accumulates spouses, cars, children, pets, mortgages and crockpots. And the downsizing stage, in which all of the above are placed on the curb with a sign “Free to a Good Home.”

When my last dependent, a geriatric Siamese cat, went to her Great Reward 18 months ago, I disposed of all of her accoutrements — litter box, toy mice and fleece-lined baskets. I told myself,  “Never again!” and focused on the advantages of indulging no desires other than my own. Oh, the joys of eating a tuna sandwich without little paws trying to snatch it out of my hands. Sleeping late without being poked in the eye repeatedly. Writing on my laptop without a furry beast running over it.

Like a new widow, friends constantly offered to fix me up with a handsome tabby, a roguish Tom or a charming Persian. I was tempted but relieved when each match fell through. I was fine on my own. A pet would only encumber me. And then, one day, out of the blue, I made the call.
“Linda? This is Stacia. I’m ready to adopt a cat,” I said.

“No problem,” Linda said. “I’m sure we have a kitty for you. Just fill out our online application.”

Linda is an active member of Stray Cat Blues, a local cat rescue organization that fosters homeless cats and makes sure they go to caring homes. For the 20 years I have known her, Linda has generously shared her Ambler home with an ever-changing assortment of feline guests. When I discovered feral kittens behind my former Chestnut Hill apartment, Linda rescued them, tamed them and placed them in loving homes.

Before filling out my Stray Cat Blues application, I looked at their gallery of available cats, not expecting to make any fast decisions. But OMG! There were two beautiful one-year-old female calicos. One was a “Hemingway” polydactyl, a genetic mutation which causes cats to have six or more toes on each paw. According to legend, Ernest Hemingway had a polydactyl cat which he allowed to breed freely in Key West. As a result, the breed continues to be associated with the pugnacious author.

Like a love-struck teenager on Tinder, I couldn’t resist following through. I not only filled out the application, but I indicated my strong interest in the two calicos. I knew I would only adopt one, but who doesn’t go a little crazy on dating sites? Just a few hours later, I received a call from the foster parent of the calicos. “You can meet them both this weekend at PetSmart,” she said.

Just to explain, Stray Cat Blues shows its adoptable cats at PetSmart, but the store is not involved in the transaction. It’s an accommodation that makes sense and dollars. New adoptive parents tend to buy a lot of stuff!

I was nervous. It was all happening so fast. And how could I possibly choose between two gorgeous calicos? I made the mistake of posting images of both candidates on Facebook and asking friends to help make the decision. They all advised me to take both! My heart said yes. But my checkbook said, “Not so fast.” “Don’t worry,” a friend advised. “You’ll know when you meet them.”

Before I walked through PetSmart’s doors, I was already leaning toward the Hemingway cat. I love the idea of extra big paws and being a professional writer, I couldn’t resist the idea of having something — anything — in common with a literary legend.

The first cat I met was Ruby, a stunning, fluffy calico with the normal number of toes. I was smitten, but Ruby was so shy she wouldn’t budge from her cage and wouldn’t let me hold her. I envisioned spending decades with a cat who would never come out of hiding.

As soon as I saw Hope, the Hemingway cat with her huge white paws, the game was over. One look into her lime green eyes, and I was a goner. She sat on my lap and responded happily to my attention, rubbing her head against my hand the way cats do when they want to “mark” their turf. “She’s got a lot of personality,” said her foster mom.

After bringing Hope and all of her food, toys and litter into my home, it occurred to me that I had voluntarily taken on a 24/7 responsibility for someone other than myself. More to the point, statistically, this agile, young feline could outlive me. Then again, it’s been medically proven that having a pet is good for the heart. If nothing else, having Hope will keep me on my toes. All 10 of them.
Mt. Airy resident Stacia Friedman's essays appear frequently in, WHYY Speakeasy,, and the Local. Her humorous novel, “Tender is the Brisket,” is available on Amazon.


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