My Cat

I had a cat once. I don't really remember her... or do I remember some scratches on my arms? I guess we had her for one week. I was 3 and a half years old. Her name was Kris.



The story Steve told me is that my mom ended up deciding "no cat". She grew up on a farm. Cats were supposed to live in the barn and protect the hay and feed from mice. They were not supposed to be in the house. I don't know who talked her into trying, but it didn't last. This picture is the only memory I have of Kris the cat.