1 time I was bringing in the groceries and my cat Rainbow stuck her neck in the plastic bag (which I had put over the paper bag) and dragged the paper bag and the SPAGHETTI that was in it all the way upstairs and into my bedroom where she slept with the bag and spaghetti for an hour. It was so funny!
BTW, the first real memory I have is reaching under my mothers fridge to find my toy dishes. I felt something furry and pulled it out. It was a cat, and I named it Rainbow! Then the neighbor children across the street took it and said it was theirs. (It probably was, although my sister and I went to their house and tried to get Rainbow back. They said they'd had her for a long time. ) Rainbow was a calico, I feel sure. The memory is special because it was as if I came alive that day. I have only flashes of memory before that, and excellent memories of later incidents.
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A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem. ~Jean Burden