At long last Colin Firth, I have found the pic I was looking for...TC the Cat!

Here I am with my very first cat TC (top cat for short), meaning the cat I choose for myself when I was about five years old.  My sister Susan has taken the photo about 1967 and with me are my mother with her face obscured by photo damage and my little sister, Jennifer.  TC was a very intelligent cat, she would wait on the front porch of the farmhouse for me to come home from kindergarten and when I met her on the front porch, she would walk along the railing the wrapped the porch.

TC was not without some idiocies.  She would climb the big box elder tree in the backyard and go straight onto the kitchen roof and not be able to come back down until my father would get her.  If we brought her into the house she would run into the living room and dive straight under the davenport in that room.

She died when I was in the second grade, getting run over by a vehicle on the road in front of the farmhouse in Lum.  Mom told me on the way to swimming lessons on a Saturday morning.  TC was a bright and lovely cat and the only female cat I've really cared for.