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Max is a black and white tom about 14 years old now. He thinks I belong to him. He loves to sit on the keyboard while I try
to type.
My wife and I have a Feamal Boston Terrier courtesy
of our youngest daughter. She wanted mother to have a watch dog. The only thing Peggy (the dog) ever watches is her food bowl.
She is terribly over weight and does nothing but eat and sleep. Since she has ten cats for house mates she tends to act like
a cat.
Peggy was given to a sixteen year old girl who lost her pet of fifteen years. She sleeps
with her parents. I don't know how anyone gets any sleep. She snores something awful.
Midnight is the oldest of the cats. She is an American
Long Hir Black. She is 22 years old (Jul. 2001) (Decased Nov 2001)
Rebel is next. He is the name sake of my company. Black
Cat Productions. He was hanging off the top of the monitor when I was hunting for a screen name for my internet connection.
I had tried about everything but curse words when He looked up at me and said,"Meow" So black cat it was. The name of
the company came from that incident.
This is Max. He seems to think I belong to him He sits on the keyboard while I try to type. Lies all over my lap and makes
a general nuicence of himself. He came to us from our youngest daughter also, about 14 years ago. He kind of adopted me.
Nobody misses breakfast. Breakfast is at 5:00 AM. Mom has to get ready to leave for work. Even the dog is waiting. The prolem
is the Cats tummies don't recognize weekends.
L to R. Top Max prepares to Mow the lawn. All three acres of it. Rebel sits on refrigirator begging for tidbits while Sarah
fixes lunch.
Bottom. That first cup of coffee. Sarah just can't get going without that first cup.
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