I am a cat person. I admit it. For many years we have had three indoor cats that have entertained and sometimes annoyed us. Unofficially, we also had a fourth cat. She supposedly belonged to a neighbor girl and was supposedly named "Biscuit", but we knew better. My wife called her an "interloper" when she first started hanging around six years ago. English was never my strong suit, so I did not know what that word meant, but I figured that it was not complimentary.
She eventually won my wife over and one of my son's started calling her Graybles, and the name stuck. Twice a day she would come over for a "snack" and for some attention. Some times she came just for attention and to see what we were up to. She was a smart cat; she knew my car and would start heading towards our house if she saw me coming down the street when I got home from work.
She regularly came over to watch me work while restoring the 1915 runabout three years ago, and I was looking forward to her "help" when I started restoring the 1911 T this past March. However, that was not to be. Right before I started the restoration, she was killed by the only natural predator that a cat has in this country, an automobile. So long my little friend, I will miss you!
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| Dinner time yet? |
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| Graybles checking out my paint booth tent |
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| Graybles checking over the 1911 Model T before the restoration started |
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| It was not uncommon to find her sleeping on our front porch chairs |
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