"Can I have a cat Grampa?" Ten year old Joey leaning up on his elbow in front of the fireplace.

"Bet you've been up in that attic again looking through them things in that old trunk," Joey's Grandfather striking a match across his pipe.

"I know, I shouldn't be up there...but I like looking through those old photos when you were my age."

"The ones with Tabby I bet," leaning his head back against the rocker.

"You never said your cat's name was Tabby Grandpa."

"Didn't think much about it until you brought it up," lowering his eyes looking at Joey. "Almost seems like...