Well, with this going on I might as well jump in. Mine would
be "Timothy Addison." Pretty banal, huh?
Timothy was the name of a cat born two months before I was, and who
lived to be 13, but had to be put to sleep when he came home one day
badly injured and his hindquarters paralyzed. :( At least he wasn't
neutered, appropriately enough (people didn't neuter cats in those
days.) :)
My mother still lives on Addison Road in the house I grew up in.
Long Tom.
Received on Thu Jul 01 2004 - 22:58:56 CDT