When in doubt, blame the cat

When in doubt, blame the cat

Me, Christmas 1968 I’m not going to lie. Being the baby is not such a bad deal. Sure, there are some drawbacks that I’m reminded of when my youngest, Michelle, brings up that pertain to her and I say, “Oh yeah, I remember feeling that way.” But overall. It’s kind of awesome. The good stuff…

Letting the cat out of the bag

Letting the cat out of the bag

So what’s with a cat title for a blog on family history? Cats and genealogy. A natural pairing, I’m sure you’ll agree. Ok, so not in the conventional sense of the term. But for me, I’ve had cats my entire 50 years of life. So when I think of my own personal history…I have to…