![]() Another of his favorite lounging spots is their sumptuous Sleep Number bed. Mark has texted me photos of B-boy lounging in the doorway entrance to their kitchen and also just camped out in the middle of the room or enjoying and getting rays outside on their patio. She even managed to put a purple ribbon or collar around his cute, fat neck. He is a good size cat (Tabbies enjoy eating and tend to be overweight). However, the softer side of him is brought out by his favorite human being, his mama (Valorie). All this carousing has left him with lots of Tom Cat aches and pains. ![]() But he was ready to go out again the following night. Not so much now, but when he was younger, he caroused all night and came home when he damn well pleased, in sad shape with scratches that were bleeding and patches of fur missing, etc. Unlike the friendly and playful Lucky, B-boy is active, independent, rebellious and is what you would call a Tom Cat. He is B-boy (previously known as Barley). Now Mark has another Orange Tabby cat living with them in Santa Rosa. But then, that walk over to the Rainbow Bridge changes everything, as does hanging out with the likes of other beloved family cats that have passed on: Tux, Garfield (Fat Cat as I called him), Cleo, Mama Kitty (Shooter), and Baby girl (Mittens). It makes me think he wasn’t so lucky after all. Sadly, that was the last time we saw Mom’s cat. I had never seen him in such a frenzy now I was concerned for him. It turned out that two roving Boxer dogs somehow grabbed Lucky and dragged him off. Lucky was in the garage eating we were inside but heard a noise that was disturbing enough that we went out to check to see what the commotion was. Our next move was to a condo in Hacienda Heights. Thank God, Lucky was still Lucky he was unharmed. I was so afraid that I did what Mom hadn’t done all those years ago. In later years when Mom became so ill and passed away, I took Lucky to live with us (Smith, Mark and Tracy) in Whittier Woods.Ĭoincidence! It happened that one morning when I was running late to get to work I got in the car, started the motor, heard a meow, and saw fur fly. We kidded and joked about that for the longest time. Nadine, just a kid and disgusted with Lucky’s habit, said to Lucky: “Well, just suck, suck, suck.” And she got up and left him there. Something cute that happened while Dana and Nadine lived in La Mirada, Lucky was on Nadine’s lap and began his habit of sucking and kneading her clothing. Mom loved her cat and, likewise, she was his favorite human being. Shh! I have even seen him asleep in the middle of the kitchen table. It was not unusual to open that door and find Lucky sitting atop the TV, or curled up in a corner of the love seat, or even lounging on top of the ironing board. This kitten was soon appropriately named “Lucky.” Lucky because mom didn’t start that motor! Over the years, he became a fixture in the La Mirada home. Dad came out to open the hood only to find all curled up in a ball, probably to keep warm, an Orange Tabby kitten. One particular morning as Mom approached her car, she was sure she heard a faint meow.
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