I understand cat. People often make me feel that way too.
It began, as so many tragedies do, with a rash promise, made with little understanding of what was offered and almost immediately regretted. I hoped that I would never be called upon to fulfill the promise, but when, a week later, safe at home with the excitement behind us, my oldest daughter said, “Mama! You promised to buy me a rabbit!” I knew I couldn’t back out.
But I could try to renegotiate. Read More
Oscar was built like a tank and smelled so rank you knew when he entered the room. A row of welts rose on your skin wherever he touched your face. At the end of a week, I couldn’t let him go. Read More