Was a cat. Dogs weren’t allowed in our house because of my father’s fear of dogs.
I was so young, kindergarten maybe, and don’t remember how the furry creature picked me. Keep in mind, this was Italy, after the Second World War, before cat litter and commercial cat food were invented, so the cat survived on milk and table scraps.
I didn’t know about such things as boy cats and girl cats. Since mine never gave birth, I assumed him a boy cat. He looked very much like the pic I’m posting. Unfortunately, as far as I can remember I only appeared in one photo with my cat. Black and white photo, courtesy of a young woman who took classroom pics at our nearby school. By then I was in first grade and she walked me home at lunchtime one day. She snapped a few photos of my mother and my new baby sister. That’s how I managed to squeeze myself and the cat in one of the pics Mother had taken to send to relatives in America, Rhode Island if I remember correctly.
Many years and many pets later, I still remember my fist cat’s name. But I can’t tell you because I was doped into using it as a password, don’t recall for what, so until I figure it out and change the password, it will remain a secret.
Do you remember your first pet’s name?