My oldest son Tony at the age of 3yrs had a Calico kitten he lovingly named Kitty Count because he couldn't pronounce cat. He carried that kitten every where he went throughout the house, in the yard or wherever he was taken. They began the game handsies a game he learned from my first husband Ralph, the object is to have your hands in the palm of someone else's hand and you had to get yours out before they could slap the top of your hand. Well tony and Kitty Count use to play that game together, and first the kitten always won, but one day Tony became fast enough to to remove his hand before the kitten slapped him and left a scratch. He actually became fast enough to slap the kittens paws.
These two had so many exploits together, such as chasing pigeons in the park, which Tony pronounce as if it were French(pi-jeon). These two characters would play hide and seek, play with his Tonka toy cars, and ride in his paddle car. I would spend hours just laughing at their antics, because they were better than most things on television at that time. I realized at that moment how important it is for children to have a pet they felt was theirs and theirs alone.
As Kitty Count became older he began to think he was a watch dog, but this was with the help of Ralph who thought putting the kitten in a Dixie Cup box when he was little and blow smoke from his pot into the box and closing it. Now that I am mature 43 years later I realize how cruel that was, but at the time it seemed to be very funny to watch how he had lost his equilibrium when he was high, but we did dumb things back in the day of flower power. Thank God for maturity!
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