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.
Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]