The following comments are for "The Winter of '84" by johnlibertus
I can see why you mistook this - our cats used to bring us presents, occasionally -
I wrote this in the middle of the winter of '84-'85. When I was walking to the hospital in a cold morning, I heard a bird sing; it struck me, this cheering sound, in the middle of the winter. When I got to Angelina's room, I leaned over her bed and spoke these words to her.