Here is another photo from my family album. My older brother Furrwick with his human companion, O'Shea. They were devoted friends--practically joined at the hip, so to speak. Although it looks very old-timey, this picture was taken in the early 1960's. O'Shea had worked very hard to restore this antique car and took Furrwick for lovely drives around Brooklyn, NY. People would rush down the street to look at the cool old car and chat with the somewhat shy cats inside. It was a good way for them to get out and meet people.
They didn't get to enjoy their car for very long, because one night, another human, known as 'drunken brother-in-law' fell alseep in the antique while chain smoking cigarettes. Drunken Brother-in-law leapt out of the burning vehicle and rolled on the ground to de-flame himself, but the car was a complete loss. Furrwick and his human companion never drank or smoked, so they felt somewhat bitter that their car was destroyed due to these vices.
Like too many human family stories, this one ends with drunken brother-in-law continuing to sponge off of his family, wrecking every holiday gathering (by being violent or by just showing up and passing out face down in the mashed potatoes) while everyone acted normal and pretended everything was fine and dandy.
