Next to enter into our family is Miss Kitty Bigglesworth. One night as dad went to close the garage door, he looked out and saw a pretty little cat. Thinking that the cat was the neighbor’s from down the road, he mad us trudge to the neighbor’s even after my much protest. I thought about the cat all the next day. That night again we saw the little cat outside the door. I seized it and ran to my room stuffing baloney in its face. I was going to make sure that it would stay by winning it over with food and by crying to dad. Well, it worked, very nicely I might add. The cat did have one strange quality. It growled all the time. Not at me because it was indebted to me forever. It turned out that little cute Miss Kitty was not so cute at all. She did not want you to pick her up, she did not want to do all the nice things little cats should do. We were at a loss as to what we could call her. That is how, after a shock of brilliance, we came up with the name Miss Kitty.

Miss Kitty is also an avid hunter. Many a times when we open a door leading to the outside, there is a handsome dead animal, usually with its head gone. Kitty is so proud and so are we. One night, she brought back a live mouse. We did not know she was carrying it into the house of course. Kitty played with it for a while and then left it, looking for something more amusing I guess. I had been studying for exams and had fallen asleep exhausted on the couch. Among the soft blankets and sweet dreams that night, I felt something crawl up my leg and snuggle in. I immediately awoke knowing full well what had crawled up my leg. I stuck my hand under the covers, lifted up my legs and shot that stupid mouse across the room to kingdom come. I then rose quickly up and went to sleep in my own bed which was too high for any mouse to get to. Well of course the next day we caught the mouse and threw it out in its natural surroundings.

Miss Kitty refused to have her picture taken for this page.