I just finished a blog, and I'm not sure it was posted.

My First "Tom"

So I begin again.  Tom resists having his face focused for the computer camera to show how handsome and intelligent he looks.  I can't seem to hold his head straight and keep a hand free to click on the correct icon.
To make up for the loss, I will tell you about my first Tom.  Enamored as I was with the Peter Rabbit story, and further impressed by the white cat who was grooming herself in the sunshine, I wanted a white cat.  I was an only child growing up without other kids to play with in my earliest years.  About this time, my Dad went into business for himself as the proprietor of a feed mill, buying and selling feeds and supplies for farm animals, flour for people, and milling grains, including popcorn and corn-meal. 
Mice being banned around grains, my Dad always kept a couple of cats in residence to control the mice.  At this time there was no prepared pet food, but Dad fed the cats faithfully on canned horse meat which they loved.  He also cured them of mange by spreading on the furless skin pine tar.  It worked in short order.  One customer even called my Dad when his horse got sick.  He had a cure for that, too.
Well, to continue, Tom, a yellow cat turned up at the mill.  Homeless cats could be counted on to find the mill, and soon they would be healthy and tame.  Yellow was my second choice in a cat, and he was brought home to me.  However, he had quickly established himself as a professional mouse catcher and shared residence with our house and the mill, being child's friend and mill buddy.  I will tell more about him next time.