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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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bluebird of bitterness 
My favorite color 🐈⬛
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I love kitties
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We lost our ragdoll Furby two Sundays ago, he will be missed. Frankly, ALL cats are beautiful… at least the ones with fur. The hairless ones remind me of rubber-skinned taxidermy.
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Awww, so sorry about Furby 😦
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I love this! I happen to have a black kitty. He is 3yrsold. Bagheera.
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I had one once, many many years ago. I hope to have another one someday, but unfortunately I’m at my limit for cats right now.
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Awe! Was it a girl or boy?
We have two, we used to have 4 but one died and we gave one away.
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She was a girl. We named her Nelly, after Nelly Bly (the Stephen Foster song, not the journalist).
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Cute! I have not heard of the journalist, just the song.
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“Limit” for cats? Your words are strange. . .
😉
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6th one down (the fluffy one) is the spitting image of my cat Regulus. But shouldn’t Halloween also be national black cat day?
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Good question. I don’t know who decides these things, or how, or why…
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Thank you for the link. ♥️
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Black cats, as I learned are lucky. We talked about lucky black cats and gave little images as good luck charms. So when, and how did this change to them being unlucky?
Many people recently have mentioned them being unlucky.
It was especially lucky if one crossed your path.
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Here in the United States, where I have lived most of my life, black cats are considered unlucky. When I lived in England in the late 1970s, I was surprised to learn that in the UK, black cats are considered lucky!
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Love this just as much the second time around! ❤
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Reblogged this on "OUR WORLD".
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Thanks Nancy. ♥️
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My pleasure. 🐦
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We have a new black kitty named Eve ❤️she is the light of my days – these photos are wonderful!! Thank you 🙏
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I love black cats. (Can you tell?)
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For over 5 decades, neither my cousin nor I were without cats (as in plural). I don’t think either of us ever had a pure black cat (two “tuxedo” cats came the closest with just the tiniest bit of white). How beautiful they are, though!
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Tuxedo cats are beautiful. The closest thing I have to a black cat is my little Holstein cat, Bessie — a stray that my middle daughter brought home many years ago. (My kids were great at rescuing stray kittens and bringing them home, but not so great at taking their cats with them when they moved out.) Bessie doesn’t like other cats, but she loves humans, especially my grandson, whom she positively adores.
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Cats surprise us with their loves.. who needs predictable?? 😉 She sounds lovely.
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Reblogged this on wordrefiner.
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Once again I missed National Black Cat Day?! Nonetheless, the following is truly a mostly true account via verse. …
She laid by his bared feet
at the foot of his bed
though in his dream they’d meet
which they did in his head.
For this sleek black feline
she’d been in there before
such she’d never decline
as that cat he’d adore.
A myth it couldn’t be
that her claws touched his toes
as the dreaming did he
was about that she knows.
The dream she boldly caught
that night she did invade
was the dream she had sought
the dream she’d long delayed.
Within she placed her claws
upon his sleep-bound feet
all performed with no flaws
then and there they did meet.
Though not feeling abused
by prickling on his toes
he still looked down confused
at each of five toes, two rows.
Naught of her did he find
in his dream created
though back to wakened mind
he saw her and stated
‘Mimi, it’s you—you rascal!’
yet he still adored her
while finding special
her response a smooth ‘mrrrr’.
From the thick mattress down
she landed easy goes
as he said ‘You little clown—
you leave alone my toes.’
Thought she, ‘Again we’ll meet
as you dream fast asleep
when the toes on your feet
from my paws you cannot keep.’
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