19 December 2007
Christmas Toys
A few weeks ago I got a package from my brother and his family. (Thanks guys!) Knowing my great love for sheepdogs, they sent me a toy one. The sheepdog reminded me of a stuffed animal I got for Christmas one year. My Grandma Frances gave me a toy cat. I named it Frances the Stiff in honor of the gift giver. (The Stiff was added to differentiate between the two Franceses. Frances the Stiff. Frances the Grandma.) In retrospect I find the name Frances the Stiff really amusing and not at all flattering. Sorry, Grandma.
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Here's what happened. when you opened the package and saw the cat, you screamed, because it was so lifelike, and your sister said" A dead cat! Grandma Frances sent you a dead cat!" then we realized it was a stuffed toy, so you and your sister decided to call it Frances the Stiff. I still have it, if you want it. It came the year after Silver Pluff. Mom
Hmmm, I do not recall this screaming you speak of, but I do remember that the Stiff did refer to a certain dead quality of the cat.
Maybe it was more like a squeak, Mom
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