On this date, April 13 in 1994, my cat of seventeen years, Logan, was born to a marching band family in Centerville. I did not get her until June 17th and for the next 17.5 years, I had the best companion.

Since she was born on President Thomas Jefferson’s birthday, I almost named her Jefferson. I also thought she was a boy with parts taking longer to develop. Anyway, I ended up naming her in honor of my wonderful stage directing mentor, Joshua Logan.

The stories of Logan are both memorable and entertaining. Like Flyer, the dog, Logan was a great therapeutic animal for the first four sons.

Logan has been gone for nearly twelve years and I still miss her.