I’m having a case of the doldrums. I also wonder what it would be like to have stripes. Because I’m looking at Monkey, and she has stripes, and I wonder – does she look at me and wonder what it would be like to NOT have stripes? Or does George (who is all black) ever wonder what it would be like to be a white cat?

So, here’s something: a while ago I read this story called “The Tree Is My Hat” by Gene Wolfe. I was told that by the end of the story, that title would make perfect sense, and of course it didn’t. Here is the link to the story. Can anyone tell me why the tree is his hat?