When I was an elementary school student, I ended up living with my grandparents in South Baltimore. At the time, my grandmother had three or four cats. I still remember the names of my two favorite ones- Ming-Toy, a Siamese, and Smokie, a big, puffy gray cat. She inspired the love of cats in me.
It was 1973, and we played on the street as kids in an inner city regularly do. Red light- green light, hide and seek, baseball, etc. We also trolled the back allies in search of adventure. On one such hike, one of my buddies and I found a tiny, sick kitten. I knew he needed help and immediately knew who could help him- Grandmom.
I was so proud as I pulled the kitten out of my jacket and showed it to my grandmother. She commenced "fixing the kitty". I never saw her take the cat to the vet. She had grown up in the back woods of Pennsylvania and Kentucky. So, she took care of all the animals herself- except for neutering, etc.
That cat stayed with her for many years. The picture of her and him on this blog was taken in 1985 when I was in the Air Force and stopped to see them in Kentucky. My grandparents had moved back to Kentucky, and my grandmother had many cats, a bluebird she had saved, a couple of dogs, and a mule.
Until later, Enjoy your coffee,
Larry
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