In February of 1978, we decided to take another shot with a cat, after the sad and premature demise of Ralph. Ziggy was an orange tabby with a very patient disposition who put up with my long learning curve. He was already four months old when we got him (from where, I’m not sure) so we avoided the more vulnerable kitten stages. Zig was a good buddy for a number of years.
Some shots below with Zig in my apartment in April 1978 and thereabouts. The apartment wasn’t air conditioned but my window opened onto the flat roof of the antique store. It was like a big porch for me and Zig, though neither of us were really supposed to be out there.
How can you live like this? 
In a surprise move later that year, Vas decided that he also wanted a cat, so he acquired a very small kitten that we named L.C., short for Little Cat. Zig and L.C. were buddies for the rest of my sophomore semester until I moved to a new place in August.
After graduation, in the summer of 1980, Bill Englehart and I moved to a newer apartment. Sadly, it was in this apartment, that I went on a trip (to Florida?) and left Ziggy with Bill. Very suddenly, Ziggy fell ill and couldn’t move. Bill called Louise, I think, and the two of them got Zig to a vet where they put him to sleep. I don’t think we’d had any indication Zig was in trouble; it all happened very quickly and Bill felt terrible. We all missed Zig. My track record with cats was not off to a great start.
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