Morse Code!

When I was a pre-teen, my father and I took a beginners course in Ham radio operations.

He had been a radio operator in WWII and so he wanted to do get the Ham Operators License. He had a headstart on everything we would learn. When questioned, I insisted that I could do it and he just had to convince the teacher.

A week later, and a week late, I was able to be in the class but I had to prove myself. We studied and tested, tapped and tapped. Passed this phase and that. 

Not only was I the youngest in the class of 20, I was also the only girl.  I passed and have never used the license I fought so hard to get. But it was something I did with my father. 

And so, when we got the Dante kitty, as can be seen by the photos, I was sure his stripes and spots, or dashes and dots, would spell something out. I never did get to try my idea. My girls thought I was just plain crazy.  Plus, as he grew, the fur became thicker and the markings blended together. 

Do you think there might have been something to my idea? 

 First photos right up to last month.