My brother and I had many cats during our youth, and it all began with a charming couple named Muffin and Blackie. Muffin was grey, and Blackie was, well...black. They were given to us by a friend of Tim's, who also happened to fill his pockets with Tim's nifty kid-type stuff every time he was at our house. His mom would make him bring them back, and he'd always be quite puzzled as to how several swell rocks, plastic dinosaurs, army men, and electric scissors found their way into his backpack.
He and I spent long hours playing cave men--the essential equipment being cow bones and bits of dog hair--chasing "dinosaurs" through head-high weeds, barefoot of course since Nikes weren't a part of prehistoric man's wardrobe.Thinking back on our ch
