Vermin everywhere, the old man said, and so he could not eat, didn’t matter if it was bread pudding, or his MumMum’s corn meal mush, or Tastykake butterscotch krimpets. Didn’t matter how toothsome, the old man couldn’t stomach it, not with all the mice. Too often he’d pick them up and toss them into the compost bin. And on top of that, the mice weren’t mice, but cat toys stitched of felt, feather, knotted yarn. “Catch o’ the day,” he said to his daughter and the gentleman whose name he no … [Read more...] about Heirloom