There is a picture of me as a child, about four years old, sitting on our avocado-colored linoleum kitchen floor, surrounded by kittens, with a huge smile on my face. The perceptive among you may see an animal lover. Apparently you should also see a sucker for stray cats and dogs.
Saturday morning began with a predawn trip to the airport to send John off to
Just as I was packing up for the day, marking “Free” on a few remaining items, my neighbor appeared holding a mewing, shaking, skinny black kitten. “One of our customers found this wandering in the street. KK, this one has your name written all over it.” This is the same woman who saved my life two weeks ago. I growled.
I refused. I resisted. I swore. I begged and pleaded. And now there’s a black cat sleeping in John’s bathroom.
The neighborhood kids named him Sunshine, and I call him Sunny for short. He’s got
Of course John has no idea there’s a cat sleeping in his bathroom. I wonder what he’ll think when he reads this.