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We call them many things. FeLVies. Fee-lukes. Besties. Heroes. Rapscallions. But we forget to call them “cats infected with the feline leukemia virus.” And we never, ever call them flukes.
We call them many things. FeLVies. Fee-lukes. Besties. Heroes. Rapscallions. But we forget to call them “cats infected with the feline leukemia virus.” And we never, ever call them flukes.
I want to tell you about Tinker, though it may seem there is little to say. I want to tell you about Tinker, though we could not disassemble death in time. I want to tell you about Tinker, because every hair on his head mattered.
Their favorite Beatle is Ringo. They think Whoopee Cushions are hilarious. They wish they had phones, so they could prank call Jonathan to say he just won ten million Doritos. Tapenade and Polaroid only seem solemn.
A young, grey and cream stripey cat arrived in Ringoes, NJ just in the nick of time.
“Poor Trent.” The text message could have meant any number of things. Trent might just be on the receiving end of Hips‘ hooliganism. Trent might be trapped under Bello as an unwitting pillow. Trent might be receiving cat food, when he specifically requested lobster Florentine. Or Trent might be …
There are times when life feels like quicksand up to our necks. There are mornings when it takes all your strength to crawl out of the soil. These are the hours we must remember Papillon.
Sometimes it takes the just the right cat at just the right time to add a zesty seasoning to life. In the beforetimes, Cinnamon was an outdoor cat with a clipped ear to prove how much certain humans valued him.
You have perhaps heard the tragedy of Dorian Gray. You have yet to hear the comedy of Dorian the silver.
It is not always in our power to roll along merrily. But it is always possible to roll along Merrilly.
Three certain cats’ names put together in the right way sound like a nursery rhyme.