A cat's favorite book? Well, it all had to do with Christmas.
Everyone had a "handle" - a nickname, at the Folkie Palace.
Clancy, the Gray Menace, started early.
The glow from a candle in the window was the only thing marking the cabin as occupied
Don’t let it be said that the Menace was without compassion for fellow cats.
"Well," I pointed out, "one never really owns a cat; you live with one. Kind of like roommates."
He always liked authority.
George couldn't let it be.
Clancy was never one to miss a meal
" Come up to my place, my chef will prepare some roast beef for us."