Epilogue: Our First Cats

Mike and his first cat - Bobo. Yes, that was actually the cats name. No, we didn't name our Bo after him. :) Honestly, I really didn't think about the fact that Mike's cats name was Bobo until after our Bobo was born.

The stories of Bobo still live on and are shared often at family gatherings. Bobo was a gentle cat with a hunter mentality. He ate hundreds of mice and rat poison. He brought home full sized raccoons and a deer leg. He once ate an entire pumpkin pie.

And he was Mike's first pet.

Jamie and her first cat - Kelly - named affectionately after my cousin, Kelly. I am pretty sure my Gramcracker Nina paid me to wear this dress and pose with the cat -- as I despised wearing dresses when I was younger and usually flat out refused until I hit high school. Playing dress-up wasn't an activity I enjoyed!

Kelly was quite the kitten. I was seven and had been begging for a cat for years. Thrilled does not accurately describe my reaction! She was very well-behaved and spent her first few years living at my Gramcracker's house. Gram would cook whole chickens just for Kelly.

We moved to Texas when I was nine and Kelly made the move with us - I loved living in the same house as her and finally being able to sleep with her every night. Unfortunately, at some point during my 4th grade year, Kelly ran away and never came home. It still makes me sad.

Luckily, my beloved Fred had recently been born...

More on Fred, tomorrow...