
It’s a Good Thing That Bad People Aren’t Cats
Daisy showed up, barely a kitten, at the farm, her tail shortened by someone, almost certainly not the results of her genetics. She is for

Daisy showed up, barely a kitten, at the farm, her tail shortened by someone, almost certainly not the results of her genetics. She is for
I don’t know what Ovea did to my Dad. Ovea, my paternal grandmother, also answered to “Huddle”, which was her last name. Calling her either

One cold night up at the farm, we heard a kitten, back behind the barn, mewling. She was mewling loudly and from the sound she