A stray tomcat came to our Iowa City home and I loved him. I was allowed to keep him if I took care of him. I must have been about 10 y o.
Tootsie, our fox terrier, quickly enjoyed her new buddy, "Cha-cha-kootsa".
They would chase around the house, through or over pillow barriers that I constructed. There was grey fur everywhere.
He slept with me except when he had to take a crap, then he preferred to deposit under Gene's pillow.
Christmas was soon and my folks decided that the cat would be taken to Grandpa's, to live in his barn. So on Christmas day off we went to Grandpa's for dinner, cat in tow.
I coudn't leave the cat so I secreted him under my topcoat as we were leaving on that cold, December night. I succeeded in bringing him back home. They allowed me to keep him.
Afterall, it was Christmas.
P.S. Grandpaw saw the cat's tail sticking out but did not snitch.
That's the role of a Grandpa.
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