Special Cats (and dog!) in our lives.

This page is dedicated to all the wonderful cats (and a special dog) that are no longer with us.

Just a few of the many cats that I have had. (1968)

"Baby" was the only cat, from the above picture, to survive a devastating cat "plague" in 1968. In the picture on the right, he was very ill and it was several weeks before he regained his strength.

Then came Mr. Applesauce, affectionately called "Sauce".

I got Sauce my senior year in high school. He was the runt of the litter and was not at all pretty. I felt like I had to take him because no one else would want that ugly little kitten. He grew into a beautiful and very loving cat. He loved to be petted, if you avoided his ticklish spot on his back. He had no teeth his last few years and would jump from around the corner and "bite" your ankle. The only way you knew he'd "bitten" you was from the saliva he left on your ankle.

Sauce was a ladies' man. He would be sound asleep and female cats from all over the neighborhood would call for him. He lived a long and full life and died in his teens. Sauce left many descendants in the Mississippi Delta town of Duncan.

Below are some more of the special cats I have had the privilege of knowing

This is Steele. He was one of the most beautiful cats I have ever known. His fur was a silvery gray and his eyes were pure gold.

This kitten was just one of many that a friend of mine had. This one came from my Uncle Harry's cat's litter. This one, like the kitten before her, was named simply, "Kitty".

This is White, Steele's younger sister.

Here my cousin, Kim, holds one of her kittens as our dog, Son, begs for attention.

This is Ernie. He was the softest cat I have ever had. His fur felt like a rabbit.

I love this one of Ernie. He looked so attentive and right at the lens as I held him and my room-mate, Robin Hudson's cat, Gladys.

Ernie became lost and I frantically searched for him for several weeks. A neighbor had found a yellow and white cat and just knew that it was my Ernie. It wasn't. After about two weeks, I realized that Ernie was probably not coming home. I went to the neighbor, who was kindly still feeding this abandoned cat. I took him home and named him Henry.

This is F.B. , better known as Fubby. He loved to chase that dog!

F. B. got his name because he was the First Born of his litter mates. His mother, Marilyn, was a calico cat that belonged to a room-mate. Marilyn was not the sharpest knife in the drawer and when she began to deliver her kittens, she ran behind the refrigerator and gave birth to F. B. She then returned to her prepared "birthing" place to deliver her other kittens. I had to carefully move the refrigerator and gently pluck F. B. from the huge dust bunnies that were living under there. Abygail, my Irish Setter, (shown below) was with Marilyn the entire time and stood with her nose in the box as Marilyn had the rest of her litter. Abygail and F. B. bonded and became the best of friends.

This is Abygail. She was more human than dog.

Abygail was well loved. When we got married, I think that my husband was almost as glad to have Abygail as he was to have me as his wife!

Abygail lived a long and full life. We were unable to keep her with us and she spent her last years with my in-laws in Wynne, Arkansas. She never forgot us and when we would come to visit, it was if we were never apart.

This is Blackie, the first. My sister-in-law got him when she went Trick or Treating. He was so old and crusty when I met him in 1979, that his cheeks were thick and lumpy and he had bits of ear missing. He usually returned home to nurse his wounds.

The beloved Bubbles belonged to my sister-in-law, Donna.

This is Lucky and her kittens. Lucky came out of nowhere, hungry and pregnant. She found my dad's farm and he took her in, naming her Lucky.

This is Mr. Barney. He lived with us for almost 8 years. He died from a tumor that developed at the site where he received his feline innoculations.

Barney was an apple-head Siamese and had that distinctive Siamese "yowl". He began life with us as an indoor/outdoor cat. After a bad fight with another cat, he became an indoor cat. He never got the outside out of his blood. Barney loved to rub on me, but never when anyone else could see. We still miss him.