Cat tales ...

He was a big part of my school age .A stray who came in one day and the refused to leave. His timing was always impeccable.

Every morning by 9.30 am the fish had to cut and dressed otherwise he would make sure the whole neighborhood was aware of his displeasure. He was also known to answer back when reprimanded about making a racket.

For a large part of my youngest years - he was a constant companion with a long suffering expression and a general disdain towards my youthful exuberance. He disappeared one day during my elementary years and it was quite. a few years later Joe , the Lhasa came in.

My mom named him Solomon because he was the most intelligent cat in the whole world.