When we lived in Fort Sheridan, we had a calico cat named Crackers. I think he was an indoor and outdoor cat.
We lived on the second story of military housing. I only remember this because the back door had a wooden staircase up to it. One summer day when the screen door was the only door shut, Shane was talking through the bottom glass pane and apparently angered some other kit; the kid swung a baseball bat at the glass and shattered it right in front of my brother. I remember Shane crying as the glass was embedded in his feet. Don't know what happened to that kid. Probably in prison somewhere.