George Washington's Cats

        I dreamed that I was visiting Mt Vernon, and as we strolled the grounds I pointed out the very elegant looking long tails on the local cats. The guide informed us that they were the descendants of George Washington’s cats. The more than a dozen tourists, clad in bright polyester colors with binoculars, cameras and water bottles hanging from around their necks, some with all three, muttered in approval.

        I remember thinking that, after 200 years, if any cats were descendants of GW’s cats, nearly all of Virginia’s feral cats could make the same claim with as much sincerity.

        Someone asked, “Can we see the cherry tree Washington chopped down?”

We moved on, and I just smiled and kept my thoughts to myself.

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