(But not many animals photograph better)
That is what my daddy said. My cat was Tom. I loved Tom. I played with Tom until I was 4. We also had a dog, Bingo (mixed Fiest or something), I played with her also during the same time. Tom fed himself with mice and bugs, mama would always feed both with table scraps. In the summer, before screens were on windows, I sat in a bedroom window once looking down, I was watching Tom play with a mouse for a long time before he took the mouse in his mouth and went under the house. As I grew up and heard about the cat and mouse game, I knew exactly what it was.
(My Tom(I thought he was mine) was just a cat, Grey sorta white stripes no particular markings)
When we moved about 35 miles away and unpacked and I let Tom and Bingo loose, Tom didn’t say doodle, nosed around and walked into the sage brush field beside the house and that was the last I saw of him at that house. Weeks later we found out he was back at our old house. I asked daddy when we were going to go get Tom, he said you can visit him sometime when we go to see family there, but Tom doesn’t want to live here, nobody owns a cat son, they are too independent.
I said all that to ask if you read about the Siamese cat that had two families. Neither family knew about the other. He was Cleo at one house and Ming at the other. The families now know, and they are going to try to share the cat, ha! if that were possible. If Ming/Cleo wants to be Tang at another house, He will be.
Jimmy lost his dear Possum S Hemmingway but I see he is getting along with Samantha his new cat pretty well. The cat is even doing movies now. Paula shares an area for the neighbors cats to come and do their maternity leave. Susie, the cat that John and Paula lives with, evidently just ignores the interlopers.
Mel ( of, Honey I’m Home, fame) tried a cat for awhile not sure how that worked. Then there is Miss Kitty, she seems to be happy ruling the roost up in the Blue Ridge with the Boomer (as long as she wants to).
I know you have them, but do you know what they do while you sleep? Cats cannot be trusted.
PS: (another living sermon)
I am blind by birth. When I was 8 years old, I wanted to play baseball. I asked my father- "Dad, can I play baseball?" He said "You'll never know until you try." When I was a teenager, I asked him, - "Dad can I become a surgeon?". He replied "Son, you'll never know until you try." Today after my own successful sight restoration surgery, I am a surgeon, just because I tried!
I am thinking this must be a ‘51-52 CAddy customized… (but it could be another Merc, they dressed those up every way!)