For some reason I've always loved cats. Before I reached the age of two, I had a cat that I named all by myself. I called it 'Duddle Luddle'. In my two-year-old mind this was a perfectly logical name and very descriptive of it's tail that curled up, around and forward. When the traveling photographer came knocking at our door, my mom thought it would be a good idea to have my portrait taken. But alas, I wouldn't sit still for the picture unless I had my cat. So with my little hands clutching Duddle Luddle tightly around the neck, I sat nicely for my portrait.
My next encounter with a cat was at a birthday party. While the other kids were playing party games and and eating cake, I was playing with the house kitten, a fuzzy little white thing that happened to have ringworm. Shortly thereafter I developed ringworm on the top of my head which was promptly shaved and painted with purple medicine.
My next encounter with a cat was at a birthday party. While the other kids were playing party games and and eating cake, I was playing with the house kitten, a fuzzy little white thing that happened to have ringworm. Shortly thereafter I developed ringworm on the top of my head which was promptly shaved and painted with purple medicine.
