My strongest memory of Christmas will always bound up with a certain little cat．I first saw her when I was called to see one of Mrs．Ainsworth’ dogs，and I looked in some surprise at the furry black creature sitting before the fire．“I didn’t know you had a cat，”I said． The lady smiled．“We haven’t，this is Debbie，at least that’s what we call her．She’s a stray．Comes here two or three times a week and we give her some food．I don’t know where she lives but I believe she spends a lot of her time around one of the farms along the road．” As I watched she turned，crept soundlessly from the room and was gone．“That’s always the way with Debbie，”Mrs．Ainsworth laughed．“She never stays more than ten minutes or so，then she’s off．”