Got a Throwback Thursday tonight.

My beloved Murko the Cat, circa early 1970s.

Recently found a few home-developed and enlarged-in-a-bathroom darkroom black & whites in a trunk in the garage. (Most of my early photos were destroyed in a basement flood in the early 1980s . . . .)

Murko and I were bonded.

When I went into hospital for scoliosis surgery in my early teens and was away from home for over a month, my parents said he lost half his body weight in depression.

When I got home, he sat on my body cast 23/24 hours a day.

Never tell me cats show no love, eh?

BTW, “Murko” means “he who purrs” in Ukrainian.