|My great uncle Bill hugging the family dog, early 1900s|
In researching family trees, pets are often overlooked. But talking about them can bring the best memories to light. My dad has said he's never liked cats, but yet we had a cat when I was a baby, proof below, and another when I was growing up in Southern California.
|Tigger, my dad, and baby me|
My maternal grandparents owned a dog by the name of Whiskey. He was a terrier of some sort and a small dog, but I could remember him being mean, or maybe he was just annoyed by the little kids that bugged him (myself included). He loved only my grandfather, and I know my parents have a picture of Whiskey sitting on Grandpop's lap.
|My aunt, uncle, dad and PeeWee at Christmas in the 60s|
|And again at Easter|
|A cousin's dogs in 1951|
Besides Lucas and Tigger the cat, there was Woo-Woo the white labrador that was a bit of a pet. There was Grouchy, our lab-cocker mix that we had from the time I was five until well into high school who loved to eat crayons and tinsel and was anything but grouchy. There was Charlie, the loveable mutt and the only dog to ever bite me, though he didn't mean to. (My brother, on the other hand, seems to have been a dog-bite magnet, having been bitten by at least three dogs in his childhood). There was Boo-Boo Kitty, the ferocious tom-cat who loved pick fights with possums and other cats as well as curl up in a lap and sleep. There was Moses, the stray we had for a month before he passed away. There was Tigger the orange tabby that my husband and I owned for a year before we had to give him away. There was also the countless numbers of fish and bugs and other small creatures that my siblings and I owned growing up, including a salamander and a crawdad.
|My two cats, Barbossa and Twix|