sad

I got a call from my dad yesterday.  He lives in Oklahoma City, where I was born and raised.  When I was a kid, we got a pet cat that I creatively named Kitty.  I must have been in third grade, at the oldest.  She was a beautiful calico cat.  She turned 21 years old this year, and he called to say that she died last Monday.  I remember thinking when I was a kid of how I would react to this very ne...[Read More]