Tiger was alright for a Tomcat. He'd play with a string and snuggle up for cuddles like any ordinary orange striped cat. Then Norvin gave me Snowball. What an exquisite little creature! This blue-eyed, snow white ball of fur - immediately put her center stage. Norvin had kept her in his locker at the army base until she grew too big so he had to find another home for her.
We had to lock up Tiger upstairs. He knew his place was being usurped and he was insanely jealous, hissing and clawing. The Humane Society came to take him away.
All dressed up on a Saturday morning on our way to synagogue, I saw her - my precious ball of fur lying lifeless on the lawn. I sat down overcome by tears. She had apparently gone out that night, engaged in a fight with cats in the neighborhood and succumbed. Dad promptly got me another kitten to replace her. But he chose the snub nosed “ugly” kitten when I would have preferred its cuter sibling. Nevertheless, II grew to love it. Dad wasn’t much for cats or dogs for that matter, but was willing to keep one to oblige me.