Harshaw picked up a bucket of ice cubes over which brandy had been poured, took a deep swig. "Anne, I've got a really sick-making one.  It's about a little kitten that wanders into a church on Christmas Eve to get warm.  Besides being starved and frozen and lost, the kitten has - God knows why - an injured paw.  All right; start: 'Snow had been falling since-'