I was blessed with having a Mother and Father that were both Ministers — oh, good times ! Being an animal lover didn’t fit so well in their organized life. One Sunday morning my black cat, Inky, had her kittens on a pile of clean clothes. On top of the pile of clean clothes was my father’s only white shirt. As I sat down and petted Inky, I noticed there were six kittens laying beside her. Three of them were black which is my favorite color cat. I think I’ll keep those three. I sat there imagining the fun I would have playing with my kittens. All of a sudden I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I swirled around and there was my father, “WHAT THE HECK !” Those may not have been his exact words but I was four, so let’s go with that.
The only other memory I have of that day after skedaddling is the fact that I did not end up with three little black kittens.
