So here is a story. My aunt and uncle on my dad’s side had two Siamese cats — Tasha and Andy. And when I was a baby my mom (my dad was in Washington D.C. testifying to a congressional committee about organized crime in Los Angeles more on that another time) was staying with Judy and Ernie. Now, they were young and staying home with a baby so my aunt and uncle and my mom would put Tasha in my crib and tell her to “watch the baby” while they went off dancing for a couple of hours. Of course today, they would be arrested, but it was a different time. Anyway, Tasha decided I was her kitten and she treated me thusly until she died at 21.
During those years they were in Carmel an artist, Babe Balze, painted a portrait of the cats, and my cousin, Judy brought me the painting. So I have it sitting on a dining room chair and Yondu just freaked out. His tail became a pine cone and he made threatening noises at the painted cats and clawed at the glass. My friend Elijah says the painting is haunted and I think he might be right.
So here is Yondu battling the ghost cats and here also is the painting sans Yondu.
Thanks for sharing the family story.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hope it doesn’t put my aunt, uncle and mother in too unfavorable a light, but I’ve always found it rather charming, and Tasha was a great babysitter.