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Don't Peck On Me
Lovely memory that brings me tears.Awwww.
That happened with my parents over the cats. My Dad said basically it was the cats or him. As a kid I was terrified what that might mean. My mother didn't really respond, but in a half-hearted way looked for rehoming opportunities for some of them.
One day a couple came to look at one of the black cats, and the woman said to the guy: "I wanted one with more white on it".
My Dad was overheard in the front yard saying: "You don't need to take her - I think she looks very elegant just the way she is" and then he snatched the cat back out of their arms and stomped into the house with her.
Yup. Game over at that point. All the cats stayed and that black cat could on occasion be found snuck on to his lap while my Dad had a nap in his chair.
He went to his grave claiming he hated the cats but he wept buckets whenever one died and over the years many other cats managed to become Dad lap cats.
Poor Dad - he was such a softy really!
Bittersweet memory tax: Maggie. I think Dad would have appreciated Maggie. I miss them both.
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