[Big bob]

Originally Posted by Yadkin

I've had good cats, one great one, and one bad one. The bad one started crapping in the house after my son was born, so he got the ax.

The great one was after that. Cleared the field mice out our house, then the barn, then moved onto frogs, snakes and birds. He loved my children, tolerated my daughter dressing him up and hauling around in a toy baby carriage. He was all black, and on Halloween would climb on top of the mailbox and surprise our guests.

Wow talk about a small world. I had a neighbor that said he had a black cat that looked forward to Halloween every year that did the same thing.