a Siamese cat

After S.B. left home, Dad wanted a cat. He brought home this sickly kitten who was smaller than the palm of his hand.

I named her. I don’t know where I got Tasha from.

Dad loved this cat.

She escaped one night when a bridge player let her out mistakenly. Dad was upset. Thai was Tasha’s replacement.

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