|Me and "Bobby" - 1953|
While perusing my photos this morning I came across the banner photo I took of my late friend Dick Thomas's feral cats.
|Dick Thomas and Ron Tipton - 1986 (30 years ago!)|
I took this photo about thirty years ago at my friend Dick Thomas's country home in Pennsylvania. Dick hired me at Girard Bank in 1965. I didn't know him before he hired me. We became friends during my twenty-one year employment at Girard.
Dick lived in the city but had a "country place" in Chester Country near several big farms.
He used to feed feral cats that gathered at his place. This was a picture I took of some of those feral cats. Dick died some years ago, I wonder what ever became of those thirty or so feral cats.
|Dick's feral cats waiting for their meal|
I love cats. Bill doesn't. That's why we don't have cats. I had a cat once when I was a teenager. I've written about him before. He was a gray tabby cat that took up with our family when we lived next to a manufacturing plant.
|"Bobby" - my first pet - 1954|
I loved that cat. He was my first pet. I named him "Bobby" after an upperclassman I had a crush on at that time of my life.
I had Bobby for a few years. One day I came home from school and no Bobby. I asked my Mother "Did you see Bobby?" She said "Oh, Pop (which is what we all called my father) took him to the SPCA because he was marking the front door."
So that was the explanation for what happened to my loved pet. My father took him to the SPCA. No "Father Knows Best Moment" where he sits down and consults with me. No maybe betting Bobby fixed so he wouldn't mark the front door. Just take him to the SPCA where he was probably put down.
Regular readers of my blog know that I've written about this episode in previous posts but you know me, when I start writing my blog I just go with the flow and this hurtful episode just burbled up again.
So of course I always wanted to get a cat again.When I moved in with Bill I suggested that we get a cat for a pet. Guess what? Bill hates cats. He told me when he was a kid he used to tie tin cans to cats' tails for "fun." Oh yes, that was Bill when he was a kid.
I pushed for a cat but Bill was adamantly against it. He suggested a compromise. He said "Let's get a Pomeranian dog. They're about the same size as cats. So that's what we got.
|Me posing for a Christmas card photo with our three Poms - 1986|
Guess what? I LOVED those dogs! We had a total of five Pomeranians. Two when we lived in center city Philadelphia. Then three more when we moved out of Philly and moved to the country.
|My "fan" club|
However, at this time of our life we have no pets. Bill doesn't even want to have Poms. He can't take the loss any more. So here is my dilemma. If I outlive Bill, I plan to get a pet or pets. What to get? Cats or dogs?
|Me with Babydoll and Horace (the father of Babydoll) - 1989|