I saw the whitest cat tonight.
It was sitting by the sidewalk as I limped my way home: still, elegant, motionless, with a bright red collar that I assumed contained information regarding its owners.Read more →
“Yes, yes. Excellent silhouette, outstanding symmetry. Oh, and the skin tone is spot on.”
Darla knew she was good and almost smiled. But pride had never won a battle against guilt in this ever-lasting war of hers.Read more →