[B][B]In Answer to Kohala[B][/B]
Kohala - I have done a little bit of research since reading your post. As I have come understand it, this Qwilleran guy is a billionaire journalist (an oxymoron if I ever encountered one) and that pretty much leaves me out, right there.
Also, he is a southerner, where as I am a Northerner. Furthermore, he solves mysteries, apparently with the help of the cats, Koko and Yum Yum - in other words, he finds the answers to things. Whereas for me, the more information I gather, the less I understand and the fewer answers I have. The cats only contribute to my confusion - albeit in a most wonderful way.
No, I am not Jim Qwilleran but rather the Frostfrog, oftentimes mixed up with the Running Dog, but the Running Dog is not a man at all but rather an airplane, the one which once carried the Frostfrog all about the Far North, but is now broken and in pieces. This would definitely not be the case if I were a billionaire. Oh, certainly, the Running Dog would have been broken - collisions with trees will do that to an airplane - but it would also have been rebuilt.
The names of the cats that I am so fortunate as to share life with are, in ascending order of years: Jim Slim Many Toes, Chicago, Royce and Little Clyde Texaco. The Iditarod reject Alaskan racing husky that is constantly humiliated, outwitted and outmaneuvered by these felines - who is none-the-less a brilliant as canines go - is Willow, so named because her mother gave birth to her on the road from Fairbanks to Anchorage enroute to the Iditarod start of 1990, just as they reached the community of Willow.
But, since you are thinking in literary terms, here is a clue - not for past or present reference but future: think of us - the aforementioned cats and I, plus The Whole Kitten, Kaboodle, Tumbleweed, Thunder Paws and certainly Little Guy - whenever you munch upon graham krackers. It doesn't matter whether you dip them in milk or not.
You have aroused my curiosity. If ever I find the time, I must read about this Qwilleran guy, who most definitely is not I.
A Toast to Manytoed Beings
Junior, you shall have a marvelous impact on people throughout your life! After all, you have inspired the delightful Frostfrog to share some of his story with us. Now we must encourage him to share pics of JimSlimManyToes and all the pride (especially the Iditarod reject!) We enjoy your posts, Your Frostiness, and hope you keep 'em coming!
Ciao and Miao from the folks down south, who are waiting until they, too, can return to the beautiful North, feline in tow. Although we will still be Southerners to you, as our stop will be the Northern Woods of Idaho.