My parents have always had a cat.
Before I was born they had Cat. I think they originally tried to name him Tiger, but it never stuck.
Then we got Tippy. She was black with white feet and a tiny bit of white on the tip of her tail. She had a litter of four kittens which was definitely the highlight of my childhood.
Then came Misty, a white Siamese with stunning blue eyes. She knew she was gorgeous. Buffy arrived soon after Misty, but Buffy and Misty didn't get along very well (cat fight!) so Buffy had to go live with our neighbors.
Then we moved outside of town and took in Fred and Max. Fred was gray and Max was gray and white. They were brothers and two of the laziest, most loving creatures who ever lived.
Gypsy, a tri-color Calico cat, moved into the garage one day and we started feeding her. Before long she moved inside and for a while we had four cats.
Years passed and one by one they left us for cat Heaven. I'm not exactly sure of the timeframe, but next was Bob. Bob was an orange and white long haired Tabby who, like Gypsy, showed up in the garage one day. It didn't take long for him to move right in. I thought they should name him Julio, but they said he seemed more like a Bob. And so he did.
Bob joined the others a few months ago, and now, for the first time in my memory, my parents are catless and they plan to stay that way. They travel a lot now and cat boarders are few and far between. Besides, as my dad will say, cats can live 15 years..... And what is that supposed to mean?
So now they don't have a cat. I am not okay with that. That's all.