Me and Kit

Me and Kit

Me and Kit

Me and Kit

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WE HAD a tomcat that was born in 1905. The day his eyes opened was the day that the victorious Admiral Togo, hero of the Japanese Navy in their war against Russia, passed through Seattle on his triumphant journey home from Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where, with President Theodore Roosevelt as mediator, he had attended the signing of a peace treaty by the representative of the Mikado and the envoy of the Czar. The Seattle city fathers declared a holiday and there was a big parade down Second Avenue in the Admiral's honor. All the Japanese population along with the rest of us, lined the streets waving the flags of Nippon and yelling "Banzai!" to the conquering hero. My mother, exhilarated by this event, named our cat Togo. He lived to a great old age and saw many changes take place. Although I was not born in 1905 I think it is not a misstatement to say my eyes opened that year, too.

I was twelve years old that summer, and I was wearing my first long pants. In those days that was something -- knee pants were usual till you measured over 5 feet 5. I was definitely not the athletic type (I am still definitely not). I was scrawny and underweight, with a mop of dark brown hair . . .

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