I hate the pound people. But why I hate them I'll reserve for another post/s. Needless to say, their carelessness to leave a small kitten near the big boa constrictor just made me despise them even more.
I think the word aghast was written all over my face that the pound people suggested that I keep the kitten if I could. I love white kittens, and this one had one green eye and the other blue. What a shame if it becomes a snack of the boa constrictor.
Although I know my mother would protest, I took the kitten home. Luckily, mother didn't seem to mind. She must have pitied the kitten, too, because of the boa story I told her.
I named her Sushi which, I think, sounded sassy for this kitty with beautiful eyes. And cats generally love fish, so the name sushi was a shoo-in. Sushi got along really well with my two existing cats -- Angel, a big muscular all-white male cat with the disposition of an angel (hence the name), and Kiko, my deep-blue eyed male Siamese cat with a quiet demeanor and who I love to bits.
As far as I could remember, Sushi gave birth to several kittens before she disappeared one day...never to return. If it's any consolation, I still have some of her pictures like this one that reminds me how fantastic she looked. Sushi's my only cat with such unique eyes, which I later learned is a kind of condition that affects all-white cats. The odd-eyed coloring happens when melanin fails to reach the other eye during development because the cat's dominant white gene is, well, very dominant.
I don't think it's ugly at all. The Turks think so, too. According to Wikipedia, Turkey considers Turkish Angora cats with blue and amber eyes as national treasure. This information makes me happy for these cats. I wonder if it's a crime in Turkey to dump, hurt or run over these cats. They are just pretty just like my dear Sushi who I treasured, too.
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