Sarah The Cat (Teaneck, NJ, about 1977)

The pictures we have don't give a real impression of how big Sarah was. One lasting memory we have of her is that during our summer on a dairy farm in Tennessee (1971), she really couldn't go outside like the other cats could. That's because the swifts would see her, and immediately start dive-bombing her. She'd have to run for cover. We had no idea of what that was all about--they had no interest in the other 3 cats. Maybe they couldn't accept that one of the cows was ridiculously small.

(No doubt Paul took both these pictures.)