Ralphy baby

Ralph, Ralph, Ralph, where do I begin with you? Shall I start with your mother Mokey and how she "snuck" into our lives? Or shall I start when you were born in our house, which you lived in for 8 years before we moved?

You were Mokey's surviving kitten who yelped at anything anytime. You were too scared that first night, hissing without any sound. You were terribly frightened of my dad (which holds true still today). You warmed up to us, trusting only a few. Have we apologize yet for thinking you were a girl and calling you "Sally"? Hey, we knew your mom was a girl because she got pregnant! We still didn't know much about cats when we got you. Boy have we learned. We've learned you are a big baby who likes to sleep in the rain. We've learned that you're not too happy when we bring another kitten (Cleo) home to you. We've also learned not to touch your tail.

Beebee shots, fish hook stuck in the mouth, swollen leg from the fight the night before..(And all this was in our OWN backyard!!)... you've cost a lot of money. But you know what? you are worth it!!!