This is Bill, or Billy. When we first got her as
a kitten, we lived in North St. Paul, MN. She was just a cute little
bundle of fur. We picked her up at a friends house, took her home
and sat her down in the middle of the living room floor. She would
walk a little bit, arch her back way up, turn her little head to
the side and fall over. Scared us silly. We thought for sure there
was something really wrong with the poor little thing. After watching
her for a little bit, we finally realized she was trying to be vicious,
she was working as hard as she could to scare us. The fear turned
to uproarious laughter. This was in the summer of 1980.
Mary named the new little kitten Muffin. Rob, (our
son), and I called her everything but muffin. Things like Breadstick,
Cupcake, Pie, French Bread, well, you get the idea. We also started
referring to her as Bill the Cat after the cartoon cat in some comic
strip, don't remember the name. But that's the name that stuck,
Bill or Billy.
She had her own way of life and loved attacking
my hands and arms. Also hated babies. Someone could walk in the
house with a baby in a carrier and Bill would hiss at them and leave
the room, not to be seen again until they left the house.
The picture above is Billy's last day. She was very
sick with Diabetes and kidneys were failing. We miss her to this
day and as I scanned the picture I commented to Mary, "She
was a beautiful cat."