Once in a while, a little line in a movie you only see once resonates long after you forget the details of the movie.
Such was the case with the movie, "JT" with a link to youtube below.
It was about a young kid in the "ghetto" of New York City, around 1969, and the kid finds a cat that's hurt and nurses it back to health, and grows deeply attached to it.
While it wasn't a Christmas movie, it was set near the holiday season, and, when asked by his mother what he wants for Christmas, JT says "I want me this cat I found."
It's been the better part of 50 years and I still remember.
In 1969 I was a kid, and my conscience about things was a bit shallow. I remember thinking how much it must suck to be so poor that all you'd want for Christmas was a stray cat you'd found.
In 1977, years later, I found a kitty cat, and took him home in the fall, and asked to keep him in the family home, pretty much like JT did. Mom was reluctant, but she agreed. (Dad and younger brother weren't reluctant.) Alas, no pictures of the actual kitty survive that I can find (I've badgered my brother to look) but he looked almost identical to a more recent kitty pictured below.
And so, my career as a cat person began.
Maybe others of you might have a similar tale to share?
Mods, if you think this belongs elsewhere, no problem. I couldn't think of any place better to put this.
Such was the case with the movie, "JT" with a link to youtube below.
It was about a young kid in the "ghetto" of New York City, around 1969, and the kid finds a cat that's hurt and nurses it back to health, and grows deeply attached to it.
While it wasn't a Christmas movie, it was set near the holiday season, and, when asked by his mother what he wants for Christmas, JT says "I want me this cat I found."
It's been the better part of 50 years and I still remember.
In 1969 I was a kid, and my conscience about things was a bit shallow. I remember thinking how much it must suck to be so poor that all you'd want for Christmas was a stray cat you'd found.
In 1977, years later, I found a kitty cat, and took him home in the fall, and asked to keep him in the family home, pretty much like JT did. Mom was reluctant, but she agreed. (Dad and younger brother weren't reluctant.) Alas, no pictures of the actual kitty survive that I can find (I've badgered my brother to look) but he looked almost identical to a more recent kitty pictured below.
And so, my career as a cat person began.
Maybe others of you might have a similar tale to share?
Mods, if you think this belongs elsewhere, no problem. I couldn't think of any place better to put this.
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