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The last of a long line of lucky left- over and unwanted- by- others- cats who shared a good life with my sister and Siggie, died last week.  Her name was Mama Meese and I previously wrote about her in another entry entitled "Georgetta Legs".  Mama Meese is deserving of a second tribute. For the past several years, when I went back to see my sis, I thought it might be the last time I would see Ma Meese.  No one knew exactly how old she was but she now was deaf, had no teeth and weighed about 8 pounds I bet.  My unofficial diagnosis was that she has some sort of cancer that was not allowing her to absorb any food so everything she ate came right through her.  She seemed constantly hungry and when Siggie was still alive, she spent a lot of time trying to find just the right thing that Mama would eat -opening many different cans of cat food before the finicky cat would be satisfied.  Siggie could often be heard calling her a bitch...but of course Mama was de...

Several years ago when we were visiting my mom and dad, and after a long conversation with her grandpa, my daughter said to me "Your dad is underrated".  I knew exactly what she meant and as the years go by after his death - it will be 7 years on the 24th - I realize more and more just how deep he was.  He didn't go to college but he was smarter than many people who did.  He didn't go to church (except on Christmas Eve) but was more spiritual than many who go every Sunday.  He didn't have much money but gave what he had.  He loved the outdoors and being in the woods.  My dad didn't say very much and sometimes one wondered if he was ever going to answer a question or make a comment.  Some may have thought that he was a little "slow" but the truth is, he was a thinker and didn't always come up with a fast answer. He was also a writer and I wish he had saved more of the things he wrote about growing up and his thoughts on society.  He submitted a ...