There is danger, unless a discriminating intelligence preside, of
carrying otherwise proper observances to absurd lengths as shown in a
recent occurrence in Rochester:
A unique Christmas party was given Christmas eve by Mrs. Louis
E. Fuller, organist at Brick Church, at her home, No. 105 South
Fitzhugh Street. The novel part of the affair was that it was
given for Mrs. Fuller’s two pet cats, Limit and Sir Gobelin,
and the five dinner guests were all cat-lovers, and each guest
who came brought a gift for the two cats of their hostess. The
presents were adapted to the amusement and decorative side
of the cats’ lives. There were dainty ribbon collars with
great satin bows, cunning little packages of catnip wrapt in
tissue-paper and tied with ribbon, balls galore, tiny mechanical
mice and teddy bears. The invitations were sent out in the name
of the cats, and the place-cards were tiny cats, which served as
souvenirs, being made of phosphorus and suitable for scratching
matches. There was a Christmas tree, on which the gifts were
hung.
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