...the Mistress of Sarcasm tells us about her cat.
No, not Neighbor...or Matata...or Hakuna.
![Stripes, 1985](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_v2NdEjHrKvn_tVT5-LF41YOl9Mhg-ZwfXHoB7NGPjkc-FeYq_l-hB5BFGF_PPj6czUnz31RHCMiYnNLVIpO-lTaBmryzBQT6fxa3TEHDRdi9cNozbrAPlcuODN1pZ9Px4vhamjxRefrVu4wA=s0-d)
Stripes, in 1985.
Long before any of those kitties became a part of our lives, there was Stripes. I’ve written about him before, but never with quite the same eloquence - and Unconventional Orthography - as did the then-seven-year-old Mistress:
![Concerning Stripes](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_u_eMuEiy5zD4jbtNtDHew81fsArIf9vXVDUa9a1fU83BCUK4CdYmw6N-icWAkuBPOqxfIapHGIJSXjYRNhdLkyQbVXlPF0ma3_j3VD-IygE1wgAjRiRigl3fkgc-8tRKJ3C7g_SrflF7u7WW5HCw=s0-d)
Ah, the Innocence of Yoot™!
No, not Neighbor...or Matata...or Hakuna.
Stripes, in 1985.
Long before any of those kitties became a part of our lives, there was Stripes. I’ve written about him before, but never with quite the same eloquence - and Unconventional Orthography - as did the then-seven-year-old Mistress:
Ah, the Innocence of Yoot™!
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