Cats

For the better part of my life I have been a cat person. A large chunk of my childhood was spent in the Appalachian town of Mars Hill, North Carolina, and our house was frequented by stray tomcats that would stay temporarily for food and warmth. Of course, they always left when spring arrived.

However, one female stray did wind up coming back again and again until she finally decided to live in our screened back porch where she eventually had five kittens. Unfortunately, she was run over just before her babies were old enough to feed themselves.

Luckily, not long before she died, my sister was born and we had a surplus of formula. We fed the kittens through baby bottles until they were old enough to give away. Years later I developed allergies and sadly, I am now more attached to dogs.

But part of the cat person still remains in me as I love all large cats, especially rare ones like white lions, ligers, and tigons. In fact, if I ever become successful enough I plan on buying my own white (or if unavailable, regular) lion as a guard pet for my future mansion.

Our old house in North Carolina
Unfortunately we don't have any old photographs of our feline visitors













The closest thing to our old cat that I could find on the net
I named her Furpile (not Furball)
At the time I thought it was clever but my English just wasn't very good as a child



Future guard pet Steve