I barely remember this cat. She had been my Uncle Cyril's, but he couldn't keep her in his new home. When I took her, I kept her in my Grandma's basement. (Honestly, I don't even remember if this was while she was still alive, or when we were renting the house out to other people.)
I loved to pet her and love on her, but not for long . . . I don't think I was up for all the responsibility, and I'm not sure what happened to her. If/when I find a photo of her, I'll post it. (I think I have one.)
An older cat memory - for some reason, we had a momma cat at our house. I was a little kid, but in school already. Our pregnant cat was under my bed. When I sat on the bed and heard her loud purring, I looked underneath and saw her litter around her. I screamed something (I think I'll need my parents to fill in this part) and was excited to hold the baby kittens.
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