As a child....we has an elegant, white, long-haired pursian. He vanished on Halloween night.

Five months last he returned in the middle of a horrific April storm....dedraggled, paws bloody, white tail dragging forever more on the ground....looking more a specter than spectacular.

We had him for 6 more glorius years - He did quickly in his cat-basket one morning, when a loose running mastiff broke his neck while he was sleeping. He is buried under the apple truee. And he IS tatasty.

Sincerely,br> Gargoyle