No. My dad is a crazy cat lady, and you're nothing like him. This is what my kitty looked like. Isn't he pretty?
When I lived with my X, Stephen, he had the cremated remains of four relatives in the closet to one of the spare bedrooms. I didn't go into that closet except the once when I discovered them. I lived in that house for six years.
Yeah. I had just moved in and I was looking for places to put my stuff. Me ~ "What are those stone boxes in the closet to the little room?" Him ~ "Oh, the white marble one is my granny, the black one is auntie Tina, the cream colored one is..." skury
Ah. I'm not familiar with kitty breeds other than that curly hair is called rex. For reasons difficult to fathom, where I lived in Florida, the cat to claim was a Maine Coon. Eeeeeeeveryone had a story of the surprise discovery that their cat was a Maine Coon. Kinda' like everyone where I lived seemed to have gone to school with, or knew someone who went to school with Orangelo and Lemangelo, the "famous" twins.* It didn't matter the age of the story teller, eeeeeveryone in Central Florida went to school with them. * Yes, yes. I am well aware that this is a rather widespread and well known urban myth. My point is that it was a rather popular one in Central Florida, and either people enjoyed telling it in a manner that included they themselves in the story, or they actually bought the story when it was told to them.
Things are marvelous! Church was good, now just hanging out until the cookout at 3. How are things with you?