My Dad's Christmas Delight:

I boxed up Malloy (my dad's enemy number one),

worried all the way to Rupert, Idaho,

poured Malloy out of the box in a midst of a blizzard,

and prayed for the best.

Ben's mom and dad live in Idaho, and his mom graciously said it'd be okay to let Malloy join the crowd. Ben's dad wasn't as excited.

I was racked with worries about cute little Malloy:

Will he get enough food?

Will he be too cold?

Was he someone's cat?

Will he make friends?

Ben's dad was excited to show us his new idea to keep the cats from jumping up in the window sill and staring in at them. He had pounded nails through a thin board and put the board in the window sill.

Added to my worries about Malloy:

Oh great, I've brought him to a cat-hating house.

The pictures are tiny and not as fun because it's a scanned copy of both sides of the postcard I sent to my dad. Two days after Christmas, my dad found this treat in the mail. My dad laughed out loud with a "REALLY? He's gone! Really?" He was so proud of me.

The Postcard:

Dear Mr. Bateman,

I decided to end the fussin' and the feudin'. I reluctantly packed my box and made the long journey to Rupert, Idaho.

Maybe one day you can come visit me; you are welcome at my shed anytime.

Meow, meow,

Malloy