B.J.
B.J. was one of a litter of four kittens that our neighbor's cat had at our previous residence. We had been feeding the momma cat and the babies for quite awhile before we bought the place in the country and proceeded to move the household. While loading the rental truck, Jim and Dusty began to feel sorry for this friendly, skinny, little kitten that was constantly under foot. They decided that he needed a better home than the one that he had and that he would make the move with us.
Dusty decided to name the new kitten Greaseball because of an oil spot he had acquired on his back while under one of the vehicles. After a week or so of trying to call thekitten by this name I told Dusty that the name Greaseball just didn't seem to fit the kitten. That's when Dusty told me that Stannye had been calling the kitten B.J. Since I try to keep this site suitable for family viewing I won't explain any further. But when asked what B.J. stands for I tell people "Byron James".
On B.J.'s first visit to the vet our daughter was informed that he was a nice little flame point Siamese. Our daughter chuckled and told the vet that B.J.'s mother was a pale yellow striped cat and we suspected that his father was a gray tabby tomcat seen frequently around the old neighborhood. We all wonder where B.J. got his fancy flame point coat.
As you can see in the picture at the top of this page, B.J. has made himself very comfortable in his new home with the bathroom sink being his favorite napping place. He has thrived and grown to the point that Jim often calls him "Ticky" now because he is as fat as a tick.
The photos at the bottom of this page indicate that Moses is going to have some tough competition in front of my camera.
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