Zoe likes to lie in the sun on a cold day.

The sun is only half warm

He’s probably wondering why it’s not as warm as it usually is.

Sylvester, on the other hand, usually chooses the bed or a bar stool.

Sylvester, thinking

This time it was the bed. And he was probably thinking about going to sleep.

Will he smile?

We finally got caught up enough to post a Friday Feline on Friday.

Smokey seemed confused that morning. Or did he think we were confused? I kept expecting him to disappear, all but the smile.

Cats from the history book.

Baby Zachary feeding from a doll baby bottle

My father, Dan Primm Sr, found Zachary abandoned at a mill in Lindale, Georgia, sometime in the early to mid-60’s. He was so small that he had to be fed by hand with a baby doll bottle. He survived some years into adulthood, but what actually happened to him later is lost among the other cats that passed through our household.

Me and Butch holding hands

Butch was one of the early Siamese cats that my family had in the early 60’s. I think he weighed about 20 pounds. Why can we not hold any of our current crop of cats? Did they make them better in the old days?

Back in those days, not much was known, or at least done, about some of the diseases cats were subject to, so outside cats often died young compared to the age they can attain today. Butch was allowed outside. I can’t remember much about what happened to him, other than that he contracted one of those diseases and died from it.