I bought a Kit-Cat Klock for my son one Christmas, nearly ten years ago now. He had it hung up in his room, and when we moved, I was happy to see that he put it back up on his wall. I really like the way its eyes and tail move back and forth, but it’s not the most accurate time piece. This one is battery operated, but I think the original Kit-Cat Klock was electric.
When my son went to college, the clock remained here, even though I suggested taking it as a memento of home. I removed the battery and put it with his things that I’m keeping in case he wants it in the future, which I realize isn’t likely, but you never know. If he ever has kids they might enjoy stuff that was once their Dad’s, or at least having a physical connection from the past to the present.
I was cleaning the other day and saw the clock and decided to dust it off, put a battery in, and stick it up on the wall. I forgot how much pleasure I take in simple things, and I’m so glad I decided to claim it, and went through the trouble to put it up.
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