In 1994, a kitten was given to me following my first wife's passing, by a sympathetic
co-worker who didn't want me to just sit and dwell in mourning. Buddy was part of a
litter gathered up with his mother by our factory's pest control guy. He would turn
such animals over to a lady who took care of them and gave them homes when
possible. This little 'fuzzy' used the litter box the first time and never missed it once.
As for the connection with trains, he never bothered Christmas tree ornaments and
even took pains to avoid disturbing the big battery-powered train that circled under
the tree. What a guy! Never had to scold him. And he was my best friend for
sixteen years. I cried for him as for a child lost.
Hoppy