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One of the fun things about living close to my daughter is getting to spend lots of time together. And when you have lots of time, you get to share memories that don't have a chance to surface during short visits. Like the other day we got to talking about "Cats We Have Known". There was Isiah, Karla's best buddy for many years. His mother was a registered Persian, beautiful gray and white. His father was a traveling salesman who snuck in under cover of darkness. So Isiah had lush fur and a lovely temperament. He slept with Karla and heard all of her secrets, listened to problems and loved her a lot. There was Turtle Cat, a tri-color that wasn't really a calico. Her main talent was dropping kittens, often. She lived under the back steps and was a free spirit. Gilligan earned his name at our first sight of him. He was falling past the dining room window, a blur of white and orange fur, coming from a tree top by the second story of our house. We don't remember him becoming any more graceful as time went on! One day as I walked home from visiting a neighbor down the block, a tiny black and white kitten started following me. Very tiny, very young and very determined to have a home with us. I took him home, scrambled him an egg and named him Bandit. His black and white gave him a mask and white lower face and chest. He grew up to be a lovely fluffy cat, well, he would have been lovely but he just never learned the fine at of grooming all that beautiful long fur. He was a good pet for many years. Others came and went over the years; those are the ones that stuck in our memories. Of course there were other animals too. The best dog was a Sheltie named Christy. Shetland Sheep dogs are smart, great pets, obedient by nature and spoiled me for living with Terriers. The dining room was home to a Guinea pig, living in a wash tub for several years. Christy, the dog would visit with him touching noses to be sure all was well. And sometimes a cat would nap in his straw. Then there was the Mouse Summer. A couple of days before Ray and Karla were to visit the Grandparents in Florida, Ray and a buddy went to the local 5 & 10 store and came home with 2 pregant white mice. Of course, the other mom wasn't having those nasty creatures in her house. They landed in Ray's room in an old aquarium with a screen on top. The mice both had their babies, and the boys promised a couple to another neighborhood kid. Exit Ray and Karla to Florida. A few days later the kid comes for her mice and I sent her upstairs to pick out the ones she wanted. "Where's My Mouse?" she yelled! I was confused; supposed to be in the tank. "No, Gilligan is sitting in the tank and there are no mice". So that was the end of that story. We were blessed to live in a small town where our kids could play outside and have neighborhood friends to hang out with. There was even aa creek/ditch where they could catch crawdads and tadpoles. Fun times to remember together. -- Donna
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