Last year, I wrote about Rosie, the dearly departed calico cat. Here's another memory: I was flipping through various SiriusXM music channels one morning until Rosie put a firm paw on my hand, indicating that I should stop on the '40s On 4 channel. The song that she insisted I hear? "A Gal In Calico." I'm still not sure if that was an act of serendipity or recognition.
