I WONDER WHY THERE WERE NO CATS

When I was growing up, no one in our neighborhood had a cat. Not that I knew of. We were a dog 'hood.

In fact I'm not sure how we acquired our first cat Midnight. I think he just showed up and was an outside guy whom I fed. In return he and several others that followed returned my gift with their own--chipmunks.

I may not have the order right but the next cat was Smokey to complete the duo of Smokey and The Bandit who in the form of a great dog had come first. After Smokey, we had Cujo, our only indoor cat who completely lost his mind when shown the great outdoors.

Joanie B Jones and Feets were our last two cats. I've written about both of them not too far back. But none were ever adorned in cute cat sweaters as the little guy pictured.

But what directed me towards today's topic was a dog in our neighborhood who wears a tie on Sundays. At least he did last Sunday. We saw him again mid-week and he was without formal attire though he may have sported a ratty sweater.

It also unusual that I don't know his name. I'm on first name basis with most every dog around here, but I don't know their owners' names. That must say something about both me and them.

I wonder what the unnamed dog will wear for Easter. And if I will know his name by then.