Carmen

Mike the vet told me I should get a cat, if for no other reason than it would be better for me to have something else moving around the apartment. I wanted a calico, and as luck would have it, John told me of his friends who were taking care of a calico cat named Carmen. Except that Carmen turned out to be a tortoise-shell, but for one paw that looked sort of calico, and so I focussed on that. Oh, and also it turned out her name was really Karma, although Carmen, unfortunately, ended up being the better fit.