When he had time to sire this bunch I don't know. But they seem to be identical to the "cute" Gray Menace, my cat from 1969 until he ascended to cat heaven in the mid '80's.
snow. The snowshoes were finally getting good use in the deep show of a cold Maine winter.
mystery, inside an enigma." If either parent quoted it, they looked to the other seeking corroboration. Most often, it got trotted out when they chose not to answer some question I had asked or didn't want to admit directly to ignorance, and so wrapped it all nicely as a mystery.
I moved away as fast as possible. The couple in the parking lot were having a loud argument over Christmas presents. They disagreed over the fluff while ignoring the fundamentals.
Most cats I've known love Christmas. There are boxes, decorations to bat around, paper to roll in, gifts to chew open, and lots of holiday food. There is a strong synergy of things they love in one place at one time.
The Washington Post had a reader submission request out. What was the best last-minute Christmas gift you ever gave? But initially, I read it wrong and took it to mean presents I had received. OK, selfish me. But some impelling experiences came to me.
Merry Christmas From Our House To Your House
So now comes the question. How vague should I be about the secret?
A cat's favorite book? Well, it all had to do with Christmas.
It had been a very snowy early December in Central Massachusetts that year, and the snow was deep on the high slopes of the woodlot in which we were tree hunting. We had been coming to this tree farm for years, and our children already knew the routine which brought them the most joy