

I had tears in my eyes, as I reread Debbie and Buster's tale, even though I knew what was coming when I started it. Herriot was undoubtedly an excellent veterinarian, but he was also a talented writer.

I've read all five of his memoirs, and a number of his children's stories, and I never fail to be moved by their wonderful sense of humanity, and love for "all creatures great and small," or to be entertained and engrossed by the marvelous voice of the narrator. One of a number of picture-books from Herriot, The Christmas Day Kitten has always been one of my favorites. Pickering's life - the best Christmas present she ever had. Debbie's death was terribly sad, but it brought Buster the retriever-cat into Mrs. Then one snowy Christmas day, in terrible shape, she came back to die, bringing her kitten with her. This feline visitor would come into her home, stand briefly before the fire, and then depart again. Show More had three basset hounds, and who regularly fed a shy stray cat named Debbie.
