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Now the cat I miss most is Tacky.
Mom got her before she had me. Tacky died when I was 20.
Note I slept in a banana box when I was first brought home from the hospital.
Apparently Tacky decided I needed company or she needed a new funny looking kitten.
So she would either sleep with or guard me I am not sure which.
I heard that someone came over while I was napping.
My mother was smart enough not to wake a sleeping baby unless absolutely necessary.
The guest (I am guessing a relative) decided that I needed to be up. Or it might have been my dad since he is the one that remembered it. They never made it to me. As soon as the person reached down, Tacky went into attack mode. I don't think there was any bloodshed but she made sure that the person knew not to disturb my nap.
When I moved into a crib, that is where she slept too.
In later years, the cat ruled the house, the kids and the boxer.
She was a Tortie, long before they became popular.
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