Some years later we had a huge, manly, gray-and-white tiger male that our son and dad named Matts-cat. Very robust, just like the beer they enjoyed.
He ruled the roost, but that was short-lived when my special delight was presented to me by our daughter and her friend. The gals were visiting a home in the neighboring village where there just happened to be a litter of Siamese kittens. One seemed to be the runt of the litter and probably not saleable. They wanted a good home for him and so home he came. He was my pride and joy. Meesie was his name.
Meesie would actually poise for my camera and so we had a real “ham” in the family. I greatly miss that cat. His framed photo with his buddy, Matts, still sits in our living room today. They are still cuddled up together on our avocado brocade couch … picture perfect.
I still have heart-rending feelings for those two favorites for they will always be remembered.
Some years ago a friend was helping us with chimney repair work when he glanced out our patio door to see two frolicking cats. “Hey, they look just like my cats.” He exclaimed in disbelief.
That they were. The cats were black and white tigers, each about the same size and were named Thumbs and Dickens. Yes, you can guess why. One had extra toes and the other full of the dickens!
Fortunately the guys saw the cats and coaxed them back to our friend’s pickup, It was obvious that they had spotted their Daddy’s truck with a comfy bed of hay in the back and curled up for a snooze there before he left home … some 15miles from us.
Cat-lovers can be doggie-lovers, too. Children love them all but sometimes we have to say, “Enough.” Too many is just too many.