For today’s post, my parents offer up these childhood gems.
We’ve mentioned this brave kitty before. Here is Bearcat dueling with Willis, the dog my parents had to get rid of (he got shipped off to Babci and Dziadzi’s house) when I was born because they thought he was going to eat me. SO FANCY, SO SPIRITED.
Dad especially likes this one. Fierce!
Here is Bob II (Bob I ran off when Erin was born…a few years later, this verrry similar-looking kitty showed up at our door. Many different names passed through the great revolving door that was my horrible childhood brain, but eventually we just settled with Bob II) kissing the late, great Keen dog on the mouth.
Bob II contracted feline AIDS and went CRAZY. He is buried in our backyard, beneath a faded cross I made in 3rd grade out of scrap lumber from our house’s addition. Keen passed away peacefully about a month ago, and her ashes currently grace our fireplace’s mantle. JQ has stated that when he goes, he wants his ashes placed on the mantle next to hers. Naturally.
Norah notes that this might qualify as, “purrfect harmony pt. 2”.
This picture, my parents affirm, is proof that it’s always been like this. Boris was hit by a car as a smallish kitten (all our cats died in weird and horrible ways– finally, with Cally, we’ve realized to just keep the fragile animals indoors) and my dad claims that we gave him a Viking funeral.
On a lighter note, LOOK HOW HAPPY I AM.