I have always had a pet of some sort. I was fortunate that my parents (especially my father) allowed me to have the various animals (that would need a home) I would bring home. The wild animals were to stay outside just in case they wanted to return to their natural homes. You might want to read about one unique pet, Peppy, Peppy, Chicken or Cat? But today is about my first pet.
We lived in the city until I was almost three, so this is an early memory. Our neighborhood gang was playing in the backyard near the alley and spot a big, orange cat.
|This is not Tom...I can't find a picture of him. I Googled |
orange cats to get pictures.
My father comes outside to join in the excitement when he sees the cat. He rescues it from Linda's tired arms. I could hear its purr as it relaxed. "You brought home a Tom Cat," he said.
I was astounded! I knew my Daddy was smart...but how did he know the cat's name! So...that is how Tom got his name. Tom moved out to the country with us and loved hanging out in the barn knowing he was welcome inside the house at his command. He also had a visit to the vet to make sure he was healthy and would not contribute to the population of cats. No matter...he still ruled his kingdom of cats in the barn.
|Tom could have been Morris the Finicky Cat...|
at least in looks...because he was not finicky.