Fup. Store Cat.
The Trip to Kahani
stopped raining by the time Fup wakes up. She can't see three feet for
all the fog, but there's daylight out beyond the downed trunk's shelter,
she can tell. Bear shifts behind her in his sleep, dreaming.
Are the others sleeping, too? Fup yawns loud enough for them to hear,
but she gets no response. She scratches in the dirt, and again: nothing
It takes a while, it seems like forever, before she gets back to sleep
in fact she'd swear she's been awake the whole time but
when she next opens her eyes the fog has been replaced by Zooey's backside,
wedged into the cats' squat cavern. Beyond him would seem to be clear,
see-through air. No more fog.
She wakes up Bear. Wiggums, hearing them, opens his eyes. And that noise
outside must be Joe scratching in the brush with his hoof.
There exists a before and an after in everyone's life, a pivot point
or maybe that's all life is, Fup considers for the first time:
every day, holding your balance between before and next. Lean too far
one way or the other and risk falling down. When Fup steps out from her
shelter and looks around, when she first sees the fresh stump across the
way, she doesn't recognize it for what it means. All she sees is a tall
empty space elbowing for room between trees. Stories, they're born on
the wind, right?
Stories, they just are. Did she never stop to wonder at the logistics?
The conservation of matter, supply and demand.
Six feet across the stump must be. And above it, just a hole in the woods
filled with light.
A tree has agreed to tell her story.
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.