Made me want to write an extended essay about cats in my life.
First cat I remember is when my father moved out and I visited him. We threw a ball back and forth so that the kitten was exhausted.
My college girlfriend had a cat I named Alcibiades. Alcy B. We saw Cats in London. Only time I ever bought scalped tickets.
My cousins got two cats on the side of the road. My aunt asked what they wanted to name the cats. Bart said Eyeball. My aunt said, "name them something you like." Bart said swimming pool. She said how about a flower name. So one cat was named Eyeball Swimming Pool Sunflower, and the other was named Marigold. The learning curve was steep.
I got 2 cats at one point, Shadrach and Finland Station or Fin. Not sure what happened to them, one got sick and died, but I remember they would lay down on my chest when I would read. One time when a dog came in the apartment they climbed up the curtains they were so scared.
Later I had a party and someone brought a kitten from the street. I called it Milo, but I thought it disappeared, but she finally came out from under the dresser, and as a girl I modified the name to Mila. Ended up giving her to my aunt, and she gave her to someone in Brooklyn when she moved.
When I met Cori she had Oscar. I created a blog, "Oh Oscar".
Cori's relatives like cats. We got two cats, and Lulu ended up in Florida. When they realized Ella was in the corner, Lulu dominated her we brought her back to New York.
When I call my father Miss Kitty sometimes hops on the Facetime.
There was a cat on the street, an outside feral cat, but it was run over.
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