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Top Cat: 1948

Since cute cat and dog pictures have proved so incredibly popular of late on Shorpy (over 550 "Likes" so far for the last one), I thought I'd post one of ours. This is August, 1948 in our back yard in Larkspur, California. One guess who's the alpha critter here. Tom, aka Boots the Cat, didn't take foolishness from anybody, much less Nippy the dog. Nippy herself was well-named; in fact, shortly after this was taken my folks had to give her away to some friends because of her tendency to take nips at people, most recently including the two-year-old me. Tom/Boots, on the other hand, took a more tolerant view of people, but nevertheless steadfastly maintained a feline aloofness that made his somewhat occasional visits something of an event. The closest he ever came to coming indoors was when he'd wend his way through the foundations and up the basement stairs to the top step just behind the closed kitchen door, where there'd always be a dish of cat food waiting for him. I remember the piscine redolence of that spot that lingered for years after his last appearance. View full size.

Since cute cat and dog pictures have proved so incredibly popular of late on Shorpy (over 550 "Likes" so far for the last one), I thought I'd post one of ours. This is August, 1948 in our back yard in Larkspur, California. One guess who's the alpha critter here. Tom, aka Boots the Cat, didn't take foolishness from anybody, much less Nippy the dog. Nippy herself was well-named; in fact, shortly after this was taken my folks had to give her away to some friends because of her tendency to take nips at people, most recently including the two-year-old me. Tom/Boots, on the other hand, took a more tolerant view of people, but nevertheless steadfastly maintained a feline aloofness that made his somewhat occasional visits something of an event. The closest he ever came to coming indoors was when he'd wend his way through the foundations and up the basement stairs to the top step just behind the closed kitchen door, where there'd always be a dish of cat food waiting for him. I remember the piscine redolence of that spot that lingered for years after his last appearance. View full size.

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And the name

of the kitty who enjoyed firesides with father? How did he get interface with Tom/Boots.

All you had to do, TTerrace is latch on Nippy's leg and give him a hell of a chomp. That would have put you as the alpha critter.

[The kitty in that shot was named "Kitty," and was no relation and three decades later. And while I'm sure I used my teeth to good effect, I was more of a kick-in-the-shins kind of kid. Ask my sister's boyfriends. -tterrace]

piscine

You made me open up Wiktionary with that one. As I'm typing, my computer has it underlined for spellcheck.

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