

Skip brought home this tiny little
black and white kitten and handed it to me. About 20
minutes later while we were still cooing over him I got a
phone call that my dad had passed away. We had always
called my dad 'Pops' so I thought that would be an honor
to name this little kitten after him. He was a
destructive little kitten but, turned out to be a loving
companion.



Pops & Schmekel
Pops
1986
- 1991


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