The Two Georges

"I found George the cat at the local SPCA. It was a rainy, windy Friday, the sky the color of lead. In my jacket pocket I had a list of cats I wanted to look at, I had been checking the SPCA’s website for a week or two, looking for a potential friend. I needed something at home to keep me going, to keep me company since Rachel decided to end our relationship.
I needed something to take care of.
Before I went to Iraq I had a cat named Color. I had brought her home from work where somebody had abandoned her and her brother, later a third cat showed up, Color’s sister with nearly the same markings, long soft hair with streaks and blotches of orange and tan, like a turtle’s shell. The male cat was killed by a coyote so I decided to take Color home to live with Wendy and I. When Wendy decided that she just couldn't’t take staying in our marriage anymore and disappeared with most of my bank account, three guns of mine and my computer she took Color to the pound and I never saw my cat again."
This is Your War II