That was your real name.
Maybe not as elegant or presumptuous as the name the others foisted on you.
You were sweet, affectionate and loving, but....
Madonna just didn't fit.
You were definitely a Maddie.
At least to me.
Small, delicate, dilute calico; funny little round amber eyes, and a rumbling purr as loud as an engine.
I fell in love with you, sweet Maddie, as you rubbed up against the bars of your shelter cage; little cat born in the same month that I lost my dear Bogie.
Only seven months ago.