This is "Bootsie," the cat that belonged to my childhood Best Friend. Here, Bootsie plays in Best Friend's pink, modern kitchen.
My Best Friend's house was kitty korner to our home, and the two properties had adjacent yards.
I spent years in this kitchen, enjoying northern Italian food—including tasting pesto in the 1960s—eating the best fried chicken, appreciating the pleasures of warm, peach nut bread, and relishing a sandwich made of white bread, mayonnaise, tuna packed in olive oil, and pickelilly.
If the words "Sunday Gravy" come to mind, then you are speaking my language.
Suburban Chicago, about 1972. Bootsie always wore a collar outfitted with bells.
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