Kiwi was the son of Andy. He was born just after we moved into the house on Sierra Road. One morning in August of 1983 I saw him stagger out of the Wiederholt’s garbage with his head wedged inside a beer can. It took half an hour’s work with tin snips to get him out. Kiwi was dumb but kindly to other cats, and ran like hell whenever Scaredy Cat showed up.
