头头么，是我们家老大黑咪的小弟弟，两个手手比一般猫猫各多2个指头，两个脚脚部人家各多一个。
黑家的由来是因为黑咪，黑咪15岁的时候跟着麻麻我从上海到了美国，19岁那年因为肾功能衰竭，去料彩虹桥那边等妈妈以后去会和
老三混混，是Buffalo的街头小混混，小小年纪（10个月的时候）就一个猫行走江湖，12月18日被我们当地的SPCA警察在雪地里找到，带回去治好了感冒，净身后，1月3日送到petsmart， 看到我们家LG后，主动从笼子里伸出小手抓住他的毛衣，就此抓住廖我们的心，他老爸宠他是宠的来。
老四话话，是加拿大移民，话多爱唠叨，还会骂人骂街管闲事。
老老大黑咪咪：这是黑猫爸爸写的
为了难以忘却的纪念：纪念我永远的宝贝黑咪咪，黑猫爸爸写的“纪念黑咪”。 这是LG在黑咪离开我们的一年后写的，因为他是宗谱学家，他把这篇文章贴在他的官方网站上，很多人都知道了黑咪的故事。这里的Na是我。
On January 3, 2005, my wife and I said goodbye to our beloved old cat Mimi.
It was a sad time for both of us. In the previous week, Na took what for her was an exceptional break from caring for Mimi. Na had refused to travel beyond day trips for the past two years, because of Mimi’s need for constant care, which only she had the love and patience to give him. Now, as Na’s absence turned to days Mimi sat at our living window and looked out, as if watching for Na to return.
Mimi had been suffering for a long time from a progressive kidney failure and the vet had already told us that he could not recover though we could, with love and care and proper medical treatment, help him extend the inevitable time. He had begun to show signs that he was rapidly failing as early as autumn 2004 and the inevitable downward spiral began that week in late December.
The day Mimi died was the hardest day I can remember in my marriage to Na, her pain and grief was inconsolable and I felt desolate and empty and helpless to do anything except try to comfort her. In the somewhat strange way of defining our relation to Mimi, he was Na’s son, my grandpa and the big brother of the new kitty, Toe Toe, we got the year before.
I met Na in 1997 and renewed our friendship a few years later and went to Shanghai to marry her in April 2000. Na’s family welcomed me warmly, but not Mimi. Then at an advanced age of 14, Mimi first ran from me, then bit and scratched me, then sat close to me and tolerated a certain amount of petting, but snapped at me if I continued too long.
By the time I left Shanghai, we were becoming friends, but it was over a year before Na would be allowed to come to the US. I returned to Shanghai for her in October 2001. Suddenly, one day Na began to weep uncontrollably because she was going to have to leave Mimi in Shanghai when she came to the United States. Her father had already said that when she left, he was going to get rid of Mimi and her Mom had told her father that if he did that, she would leave too. The moment awakened me to exactly how much Mimi meant to Na and I promised to do whatever we had to do to get Mimi out with us. That took some doing, and if we ever meet, I can tell you the story. The bottom line is that in spite of all the bureaucratic resistance of the People’s Republic of China and Northwest Airlines, when the plane took off on October 30, 2001, Mimi was on board and headed for a new life in the U.S. Maybe Mimi saved the marriage of Na’s mother and father. Mimi’s departure for the U.S. added three wonderful years to his life, eased my wife’s adjustment to the U.S. and as I shall show, may have saved my life.
This was a big change for both Mimi and Na, and for me.
Deng Xiao Peng said that it didn’t matter if a cat was black or white, if it caught lots of mice it was a good cat. Mimi was a good cat but also lucky from the time Na adopted him, because she nurtured him and made his life healthy and safe in a way few people could do. When he came to the U.S., Mimi traveled further from home than most Chinese cats ever do. From Warm and sunny Shanghai, (which is parallel with central Florida) Mimi saw snow, lots of it. He saw it from the confines of our apartment and then our home, but he saw it for four winters, during which Mimi helped to solidify our marriage.
In this way, Mimi earned my love, caring and respect. I was always a cat lover, and many years before had to put to sleep a much beloved aging Orange tabby named Tom, a beautiful cat who I allowed to go outdoors and in his life he became a great hunter.
Mimi brought back Tom’s spirit and restored my sense of having a kitty to love, by coming to me for the occasional affections that cat’s need and being a great grandpa, at a time when I’m too old to have a grandpa.
I have often thought that if Mimi did not come to the U.S. with us, things may have been different for Na and me. I might have died.
Na has accomplished a lot for herself in education and integration into American life and culture, but her path was eased by having Mimi as a constant companion and as a bridge from her Chinese origins. Perhaps this was what it took to get through the hard times she had. Had Na given up and returned to China, I would probably have drifted back into my habits that preceded our marriage. She has been adamant and forceful in persuading me to take up a healthier life-style. One example is to have an annual physical examination, which I did not do before marrying Na. Beginning in 2000, I have been faithful about this and at the end of my exam in late 2002 the doctor recommended that I have a colonoscopy performed.
Even so, I postponed it until April 2003 and the medical procedure revealed a cancerous growth in my colon. But for the above mutual love between Na and Mimi which helped Na persist in the U.S. I might have hosted this cancerous growth until it blossomed into a tumor and killed me. As it happened, the tumor had not broken through the wall of the polyp that held it and surgery removed it before any harm was done. So in that sense, Mimi saved my life.
So on January 3, 2005, Na and I lost a great son and grandpa, and also our younger kitty Toe Toe lost his older Ge Ge. Much to my surprise, two days later Na said that Toe Toe needed a brother, so we began looking for one. Our goal was to find an Orange Tabby to replace my old Tom Cat, and later, as Na put it, “Mimi will come back to me” in another kitty and she would take him in.
By happenstance, we let three orange tabby’s get away from us. At the local SPCA, there were two male kittens, seven months old, one a beautifully covered orange tabby and one a midnight black kitten who was a dead-ringer for Mimi. We discovered they were brothers, but we dithered at first and when we resolved to adopt them and returned to the SPCA, they were gone.
Downcast, we were enroute home, when I suggested that we stop at a local pet store that housed kitties up for adoption. I looked about quickly and saw no orange tabbies and we were about to leave when I felt a light prodding at my sleeve and turned to see a cute grey, gold and black tabby tugging at my arm. Bold little kitty eh? He got our attention and won our hearts and an attendant allowed us to hold him, but we said we wanted to think about it. Na and I did leave the store but within a few minutes decided to abandon the search for an orange tabby and to adopt this little guy, who we named Tomi, (sounds like Tommy) in honor of my old cat Tom and our Mimi.
Tommy has been with us seven months now and is about a year old. He is great friends with our now older cat Toe, and has taught Toe Toe quite a few new tricks like how to hunt. It seems that before we got him, Tomi was a stray cat who learned to defend himself and evidently to hunt and catch small animals for food. Both Na and I see him as his own unique self, but also as the carrier of many of our fondest memories about Tom and about Mimi.