8.) In Beehive Cottage, near an airfield in Connecticut, lived a precocious child named Arthur. He was destined for the clergy, the backup plan of white Anglo-Saxon protestant men from time immemorial. Ducking and dodging the wolves who smelled his fear, Arthur found himself entranced by grinning cats who in the end rejected his attempts to shoo them off. He set up shop in his own backyard. Cheshires swarmed his ragged tent.