I just saw Angie's post with the "cat" cartoon...& it got my mind to wandering.
I always loved cats. My Grandma Fulkerson had a beautiful snow white stray cat that became her pet. That cat would just happen to have a litter of kittens every so often & I would beg to take a kitten to our house.
Finally, my parents gave in. I'm not sure if the cat was "owned" by me & my brother Steve jointly or not. We usually had to share our pets...& we would have quit the fuss over who's turn it was to hold the cat or dog.
Anyway...we had hardwood floors in our home & Mom would ritually run the dustmop every day or two. And what a good housekeeper she was! She always ran the dustmop under the beds--no dust bunnies in her home! This time she thought she saw a stray sock under Steve's bed so reached with her dustmop to drag the sock within reach. But, no....it wasn't a sock...but a deposit made by Kitty Brown! Mom was NOT happy that her Fuller Brush dustmop was now soiled with kitty doo!
Very soon after that our kitty had to take a ride out in the country....and that was the end of Kitty Brown for us! (That seems cruel now, but we didn't think a thing about dropping an animal off back in those days.)
Since then, we have remainded mostly cat-less! For a short time after we moved to Indiana, Bob & I did own a couple of cats that were given to us by his Aunt Wanda. Unfortunately we lived right along Hwy 31. Socks & Frosty didn't last very long as they liked to wander the highway. Bob just happened to be away when Frosty had to be scraped from the highway by Vickie...because I was "great with child" (expecting Karen) and couldn't stand the thought of doing that dreadful job.
And I found out the hard way that my granddaughter, Kerrigan, is highly allergic to cats...& greeenhouses! My sister just happened to be visiting one spring time and we decided to make a run to the local garden nurseries. Kerrigan was spending the day with me so had to tag along. At "Crackaway Farms" there was a resident cat curled up in their shop and Kerrigan wanted to stay & pet him while Carol & I shopped for garden perennials. After that we headed on to "Franks Nursery" & a few other little shops. By the time I got her home, Kerrigan's eyes were red & swollen, her nose was running & she was quite the little mess! All at once I realized that I had just exposed her to some of the things she was most allergic too....cats & plants! I felt like a terrible grandma at that point.
Now I can't imagine having a cat in the house. My neighbor has adopted a stray that hangs around here and I like him...merely for the fact that he brings her offerings of chipmunks, moles & snakes! At least he keeps them out of my yard!
So here is to the memory of Kitty Brown...one cat my Mom was very happy to see leave our house!