His cats, Victor Hugo & Charles Dickens, may be sitting
Jap Miller was quite a character, by all accounts. His cats, however, were typical felines: independent, self-sufficient, hard-working, and massively cute.
Regretably, I am unable to trace this feline lineage beyond Jap Miller's cats. Their birth and death dates are uncertain, too. This is the frustrating part of genealogical research. Only further investigation will determine if we may identify these missing details.
In yesterday's blog posting, we talked about my personal stomping grounds around West Harrison Street in Mooresville, Indiana. Want to see some photos? Sure you do.
P.S. Thinking of Jap Miller's adopted town of Brooklyn, Indiana made moi think of the Library's book trailer for A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith. She was writing about that other Brooklyn someplace out east. This is Broadway Gal's favorite book, I think.