Isn’t it weird how when you were young most of the gifts you received revolved around some random hobby that, regardless of your actual level of interest, your family seemed to agree that you had taken up?
My birthday is on Friday, and after spending last weekend at my parents’ house it occurred to me how weird it was that, while my requests for Green Day CDs and SNES RPG’s regularly flew into a void, I spent a large chunk of my adolescence with a subscription to Cat Fancy.
I don’t know if CF is still a magazine, but when I received it in the mail every single month for a couple of years they profiled a different breed of cat in every issue, complete with a centerfold.