As with all of my photos, this will eventually be moved to scraps.

Our house was home to perhaps a dozen or so different cats during my childhood. This is a picture taken in August 2004 of our last three cats, unfortunately all dead now. We haven't had a cat since. I should get another one...it gets quite lonely here.

On the left is Little Cat (Maine Coon/Tabby mix). He was a stray that showed up one day in late 2002, and just stuck around. We never truly gave him a proper name, we just called him "Little Cat" because he was so small when he showed up, just coming off being a kitten. He disappeared one day in 2007, never to be seen again. Unfortunately, shortly before he disappeared, he appeared sick, so alas we think he died somewhere, never to be found.

In the middle is Garfield (Orange Tabby), the oldest of the trio. My brother found him as a kitten on an abandoned farm in the late 80s. Being orange and fat, Garfield was a fitting name for him. He died of old age in his sleep in December 2005, having lived a lengthy 17 years.

On the right is the kitty I miss most, Chewie (Breed unknown). Of all the cats we had when I was little, Chewie was my favorite. Born in 1997, his mother was hit by a car and killed when he was only two days old, so we bottle-fed him and raised him from a kitten. He was such a loving cat who liked to cuddle and play. Sadly, he too was hit by a car and killed when he was only seven years old...not too long after this picture was taken in fact.

I miss all of my childhood kitties...but these three, especially Chewie and Garfield, I miss the most...