Snow Cat
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Life Lessons from the Cat
By E.E. King

Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.
~Lovelle Drachman

Everyone loved Auntie Joe's cat T. She got him at the end of April when he was just eight weeks old — a curious, friendly, fearless gray tiger. He was hilariously clumsy, too. When leaping onto a table, he'd usually collide headfirst with the edge and flip back onto the floor, paws clawing ineffectively at the air.

I lived next door to Auntie Joe and Uncle Pete and used to spend more time at their house than mine. Mama had just given birth to my baby brother, Albert, and I was glad to escape the seemingly endless diaper changing and wailing, as well as the flood of Mama's friends and relatives cooing over the baby as if they'd never seen an infant before. Mama was glad not to have me pouting underfoot. Joe and Pete had no children of their own, so they seemed happy with my company.
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