Fluffy Kittens on the Family Farm

An Oregonian briefly describes her childhood pet house cat, his origins, and frilly apparel

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Down on the family farm we had a variety of pets and animals. Each spring a new batch of fluffy kittens was born at the barn. We watched them grow and even persuaded our mom to let us have one as a house cat. He was such a gentle animal. We girls dressed him in doll clothes we had made, even a bonnet. When he grew tired of our game he jumped from our lap to the floor, waited for us to undress him and headed for the door.

My sister always said that he said "me out" and not "meow" when he wanted out.

Myrtle Barker
Monmouth, Oregon


Back in 1955 a call went out from the editors of the then Capper’s Weekly asking for readers to send in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My Folks title – My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from Capper’s readers, and we are proud to make those stories available to our growing online community.