Billy the kid
Billy is fourteen years old. There is nothing remarkable about that. But Billy is fourteen years old in both feline and human terms. And that may be the most remarkable thing since middle school.
Billy is fourteen years old. There is nothing remarkable about that. But Billy is fourteen years old in both feline and human terms. And that may be the most remarkable thing since middle school.
We would prefer a different game. Give us Boggle, Battleship, or Ticket to Ride. We realize Monopoly is off the table. Olive already owns all the properties, and if you land on Boardwalk, she will bite you. But “Name That Diabetic” is the game we can’t refuse, so we play to win.
Cats pick up language more quickly than we do. The average kitten can understand metaphor, allegory, and knock-knock jokes in English, Swahili, and Klingon before they are even the size of a granola bar. But among all fluent felines and tabby translators, there is a rare prodigy. Behold Odessa, the neon communicator.
If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck, it’s probably a duck. But if it walks like a granny in new Reeboks and talks continually, it’s definitely Ducky.
When Aries greeted you, you learned several things: One black cat can contain one billion watts of excitement. You — yes, you — are a source of joy. And, there is no word on Earth more wondrous than “welcome!”
Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
You’re back! We’re glad. Because there are five more feline phenoms here to show you how to rock old age. Let’s hear it for the second half of our first-ever Ten Over Ten…
The world loves the precocious. You can find many articles like, “The 21 Most Eminent Astrophysicists Under 21,” or “Seven Must-Read Novelists Under Age Three.” But, although I’m happy for kittens who make it big, I confess: my favorite flower is the late bloomer.
Is a small stray tabby an inconvenience, or an invitation? Is her mangled eye a horror, or a call to love? Tell me what you see, and you will tell me who you are.
If a cat was here “within living memory,” that means there are people at today’s picnic table who knew them in person. We remember every detail. Our faces glow like bonfires as we tell you: His whiskers were as curly as a fancy French mustache. Her belly was softer than feathers. He knew the word […]