This photo is a couple of days after she arrived, I had my art gallery in Georgia and she slipped into the role of gallery greeter without missing a beat. Geordie, about 4-5 months old, a flea ridden stray with attitude and a big mouth arrived on our doorstep in 2010 when we lived in a small town in the state of Georgia. Here's the story behind her name. My sister in South Africa had a character German Shepard named Geordie who loved cats. The day she died my sister called us, we all had a cry and I said we'd have a toast to the lovely girl that evening on our "New Orleans" style balcony in this small downtown area where we rarely saw any animals. We toasted her passage over the rainbow bridge, then stared in amazement as this skinny wee kitten came trotting up our stairs, meowing her heart out. She's not stopped talking since. I picked her up and said, "Geordie must have sent you!" Two weeks later my sister found C.D. (Cheerful Dog) abandoned
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