Spook lived under my deck, and in my garage,
and in my heart. She was the sweetest "stray" I've ever seen. I like to
think that because of me, she was able to live
her last years feeling loved and appreciated - and well fed. She was purring
when she died.
Tiger may very well be the first cat we ever got. Actually
we got him along with a black and white cat with the name Blackie. I don't
think anyone is really sure what really happened to Tiger. He lived a long
time and just eventually disappeared.
Rascal was my sister Dina's cat. She must have lived to
be about 200 years old. The main thing everyone remembers about Rascal
is that she would disappear for months at a time, then reappear and deposit
a litter of kittens under our house. Heck, for all I know she's still out
there doing her best to see that every family in Floyd County gets a cat.
Harvey was one of Rascal's many offspring, and one of the
few that we kept that wasn't killed by one of our stupid dogs. He eventually
got some kind of infection in his leg - we found his foot under the house
but we never found his body.
This cat's name was Booper. My sister Neisha has been saying
for 20 years that this cat's name was Fizzles, but what does she know -
she was just a kid when we had this cat.
This was Pete. I raised him myself from the day he was
born in my Grandma's yard and abandoned by his mother. I did the whole
feeding him from a bottle thing and he grew up big and strong. Pete was
my constant companion for several years until I joined the Air Force. Poor
Pete, like so many of our other cats, was hit by a car and killed.
One of the few dogs I've ever known that wasn't useless.
Sergeant was my dog, though he lived at my Grandmother's house. He lived
to be 15 years old or so and was eventually hit by a car. Easily the best
dog I've ever known.