Fup. Store Cat.
The Trip to Kahani
The maps at the bookstore show no township of Kahani, which isn't entirely
surprising, seeing as it's not a town they're looking for, but a hill.
Kahani is miles and miles away, they know, up toward the mountain. If their
patchwork sources can be trusted, Kahani is high in the foothills, beyond
Zigzag, where deep snow covers the ground all winter.
So the time is right to leave, anyway, with months of warm, dry days still
Standing on an oversized anthology spread open on the floor of Dave's house
(where Bear and Zooey also live), Fup continues to examine the colorful picture
beneath her paws: a reproduction of Ediplus Cannon's famous painting,
She reads the caption aloud: "'Cannon, a descendant of the great explorer
William Clark, gained renown for his unorthodox use of natural light. Here,
in "Kahani Morning," early morning sun streams onto the hill, refracting
such a dazzling array of colors as one might more commonly encounter in a
Fup steps off the book to give Bear and Zooey a closer look.
Zooey notes, "The angle of sunlight is almost straight down. And it's meant
to be early morning. So that means Kahani is on the west side of a steep
hill or cliff, right?"
"That's probably true," Dave confirms.
"What we need," Fup suggests, "is some kind of yellow brick road to lead us
there. Or a rough path, at least."
"What you need," Dave volunteers, "is a state-sponsored Story Trail, a
continuous line painted on the ground by local tourism officials. Like
Boston's Freedom Trail. Except this one would connect The City of Books to
the place in the woods where stories come from."
Bear reminds them, "We want to go there this summer, not ten years from
now. We don't have time for legislative action."
"Let's just cross the river," Fup proposes. "Let's get started."
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.