Over the years I've written letters to various people in the Christopher Lee International Club (vice presidents, close friends who were club members, etc.) and saved a carbon copy for myself as a "diary" entry. In doing so, I've collected various stories about Christopher, and in this instance, about a unique member of his family. Grey, with black stripes and white markings on paws, face and tummy, with bright gold eyes, and sharp teeth, (lots of teeth) he was known by many names, the most well-used being just "Cat".
Christopher became the proud "father" of a new baby kitten in February 1979. He was a tiny fluff ball that cried its little head off when Christina picked him up, but when Christopher held him, he would get quiet and stare off into space, happy as a clam.
On February 23, 1979, his name was Goliath, which is about as non-descriptive of this kitten as you could get; he wasn't even big enough to be a David. Christopher had me and my California VP, Joy Thale, over that day, and while we were discussing business in the living (drawing) room, Christina brought the cat in, laid it in my lap, and walked out without a word.
I love cats, I've been owned by six in my lifetime, and this one was ever so cute. I was just stroking its head, and it was so small it settled into my hand, purring. All the while, Christopher was watching