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Saturday is Caturday Saturday is Caturday , a time to post photos and videos of our feline companions. While reviewing some of my scanned slides and negatives I found this purr-fect collection to share. Our old friend Mojo didn't mind being dressed up. He was a gentle soul who could actually play catch with corks We had a black and white cat when we lived in an apartment in 1973. This cat was hit by a car and I now suspect he suffered from congenital sensorineural deafness which is common with blue eyed white cats. In the Navy I was stationed in California. I spotted this guy in a flower bed. In the 1960s my sister found a kitten which she called Andrew, Eventually that became Fat Andrew. Fat Andrew wasn't fat she was pregnant. Like all cats she did her best to disrupt any desktop activity I was involved with. In this photo I was working on a Linocut  for a Christmas card. My mom had a Siamese she named Abigail, a beautiful creature with deadly claws ...

Buster yawning. His teeth aren't the best but he manages in spite of that. Our late cat Sam, a fine cat. Buster never accepted him as a friend. Wandered off to an unknown fate. Our late cat Pickles,  one of the toughest cats we have ever had. He came as a stray and was impossible to keep indoors. Oblivious to weather he would bring us dead rodents daily. He tangled with animals and had his share of scars and even a missing fang. Buster was afraid of him, but he was gentle with the family. He was a Samurai cat. Sadly something must have got him in his journeys but we know he went down with a fight.