This is the book that started it all. My love affair with kittens started when I was 6 and received this book for Christmas with my name and the date inscribed in my dad's unmistakable printing inside the front cover. I'm not sure how long it took me to memorize every word of my treasured book but once I did and I must have read it to myself a thousand times. I didn't often get a book of my own when I was the youngest of seven children. This was my book and my book alone, and I have cherished it all these years! I'm not sure I even shared it much with my own children, not for them to have read unsupervised anyway. It is one of the few things I have from my early childhood. As I pulled it off my closet shelf this morning I was 'reading' it before I even opened the taped and tattered cover. I am getting it out, dusting it off and putting it on the bookshelf in the room we have made for our new granddaughter(and other grandchildren who will follow:). She will grow up with pups at her own house but Gramma Cat will try to foster a love of cats when she visits here. It shouldn't be difficult since my cats are pretty irresistible to the little ones that come to visit. I think I will just sit back and begin memorizing the words over again and I believe the book ends with a catnap for the mischievous kittens and maybe even myself.
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