This is the story of
a gray standard tabby of the female persuasion that I adopted in June
1979.
She was the most serene pussycat in the pound. She was
looking down at me from
inside her cage on the top shelf for some time
before I notice her,
and I fell for her the moment I saw her.
I
couldn't help but feel that she was adopting me at that moment. I
didn't know that next month,
this cute six month old cat and I were
flying to CLYDE RIVER
(Baffin Island)
in the Canadian Northwest Territories, deep inside the
arctic circle for two years.
Richard...