| The stray cat we took
in when I was a kid
had green eyes so
my sister, self-
of pets, dubbed
pneumonia but my
soft-hearted mother spent a lot
of money we didn't have to save her.
A few days later, I came home from school
and she said, "I have something to tell you."
"The cat died," I guessed. She cried; I didn't.
It's weird what sticks. Death and loss were the
foundation on which my childhood was built. I was
used to it. That's what
makes me so much fun to be around. That didn't
stop me from becoming a crazy cat man by and by.
But even so I never
would have predicted I'd one day take my feline
buddy to a holistic vet for
acupuncture, but that's Seattle for you, I guess.