Cats Were Important Also

Time to relate a few cat stories here!

The Older Children

Steve and the Delights of the Barnyard Cats

Brig was probably almost two when this picture was taken. The cat (name, please?) had kittens, and Steve helped Brig locate them. There is a series of these pictures, and you can't tell it in this one, but Brig is wearing Steve's old red sweater. Steve reminded me of these pictures - taken during a stay at Penrose. (Don't you love how handsome Steve is in these - and his cowboy hat to boot.)

Did the Cats ever Stop?

Judy and the black cat. What was his name????? Surely not Midnight?

This picture was not a good picture, but the cat is apparent, and it is Ann who is holding him. I just made it into a piece of art.

Steve sitting on his sled with a cat, waiting for the snow to fall

   

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The top picture is another picture from my very first roll of film.  And the second one is priceless beyond any measure.  Louise and I figured out this dress is the same one Louise wore in her famous first-day-of school photo.  The posing by the poor lilac bush was intentional and I remember it clearly, but what else was there?  And the first year or two Dad grew sugar beets right up to the back porch in an attempt to earn whatever extra pennies could be earned by doing so.  We never knew how hard our parents struggled.  But then we had cats.

Another Cat

In discussions with the other two "senior" siblings, we have determined that the younger siblings got by with murder, whereas we older siblings generally did not engage in such nefarious and illegal activities.  We are appalled at the amount of bad stuff that went on after we left home, much of it having to do with cats.

Louise and kitties

Louise got pretty classy when she worked for the REA in Powell, but she was usually home on the weekends. This picture must have been taken about 1950-1?

More Cats

Double click for detail in background, important only to Blood siblings

Penrose Cats Chronicle Continued

Seriously, we're almost out of cats.  I remember laying down on the ground to take pictures of them, like the first one.  And we can't omit the black cat.  Did he have a name?  The last of the five pictures is instructive because of the condition of the front yard.  The first year or two we were in Penrose no one had any energy left to do anything with the yard.  Maybe one or two of these are repeats.

While we're on the subject of cats

The Lion King and Holstein