January 21, 1984. Our cat is in her favorite place, Father having provided himself with a protective covering using the Sunday papers. The day before was his 82nd birthday, and everybody - the whole family plus grandkids - have gathered this Saturday for the celebration and traditional Big Deal Dinner in the dining room. Other photos in this set show that Mother has made a prime rib with pan-roasted potatoes.
She was originally my brother's cat; we adopted her some 14 or so years earlier when he got a teaching job in Spain. He'd named her "Radio Mary Fubash." My folks wisely chose to call her "Kitty." Outside, when not doing typical cat things like lurking in the bushes, she'd follow Father around all over as he worked in the yard or just relaxed. I think that some dog DNA must have somehow sneaked into her ancestry. I shot this on 35mm Kodacolor 100.
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