Fup. Store Cat.
The Trip to Kahani
Fup pauses. The forest floor thrums. She stands, stretches, and begins to
wander through the camp of animals hunkered down for the night in the
canyon, away from Zooey and Bear and nearer to the others. Among different
trees, as well. She stands for a moment between the horse's forelegs;
Joe chomps his teeth and cordially snorts.
"As we got near Toledo," Fup says, "one by one we joined Miel up front.
Ro climbed into her lap and I started rubbing my chin on the steering
wheel. That was the plan: to make such a nuisance of ourselves that by
the time our exit approached she'd have no choice but to pull off."
With some wits about you, you could survive on the streets of any city
for a few days; if you were careful, and if you weren't unlucky. But the
whole ball of yarn would unravel if Miel brought them to a shelter.
In less than a week they'd traveled almost a thousand miles from Maine;
they'd practically reached their cousin's home, Orono's house: their
Unless Miel got them to a shelter first. But would Miel even turn them
in? Could they afford to misbehave? What would mistreating her cost them
in sympathy? You didn't know, you had to guess and listen to what Penny
and Bruno told you. Getting locked in the trunk meant facing the shelter,
Bruno had made perfectly clear. "If Miel even wanted to lock you in there,"
Penny countered, charitably. But no one adopted four cats at once, that
went without saying. And some shelters put you to sleep.
Fup tells the hillside, "We clawed and we bit. Ro and I tore at some
envelopes while Penny scratched at the window glass. Bruno kept burrowing
too close to the pedals. In the chaos that ensued we aggravated her so
thoroughly that eventually she gave up, opened a door, and practically
begged us to get out."
That Cat That Changed My Life: 50 Cats Talk About How They Became Who They Are
by Bruce Eric Kaplan
"All these cats lead exciting and varied lives wholly independent of the human
race," notes the editor in his Introduction. Well, duh. Scant attention has
been paid to the role of community in modern cat culture, so what a relief that
here, finally, fifty articulate felines set the record straight. Funny, sad,
occasionally shocking, but never less than true, these brave monologues
reaffirm our interdependency in ways that choreographed public displays such as
Paws Across America never can.
Poems by Writers' Dogs
by Amy Hempel
In "Dog Kibble," Tasha Baxter's verse exhibits a brutal economy of
words: "Life is never meaningless," her villanelle announces, "there is
always food." Here and throughout this collection these authors demand
your attention, as if to bark, "You can send me to my room for yelling
at the neighbors but you cannot silence what woofs in my heart!" Among
the selections nominated for Best
American Writing by Pets 2000 are Bob Barker Barry's sordid and hilarious
hallucinogenic escapades with Lynda; a tragic, posthumous prose poem by
Marrow Irving; and Sadie Louise Lamott's "Spoon River Sadie Louise," a
wildly metered exploration of the cross-cultural dynamics within a
household occupied by dogs, cats, birds, and small children. The sheer
intellect of these collected pieces will renew your faith in dogs.
Is Your Cat Too Fat?
by Bronwen Meredith
Too fat for what? And what business is it of this Meredith person's
anyway? Bronwen sounds like the kind of lady I wouldn't like at all.