Fup. Store Cat.
The Trip to Kahani
The dog wakes up first. He tells Fup and Bear, "Sleep for ten more
minutes, then let's go," and sneaks into the woods behind the patio.
Fup stirs. Mount Hood looms over the east hills like the fin of a
southbound shark. The sky is turning purple with dawn.
Setting out promptly, Zooey leads, as has become routine. Bear and Fup
trail behind, mostly on the dog's heels but now and then slaloming off as a
pair, cutting a parallel route through the trees alongside the ribbon of
country road they're following. Then a mile or so on, a state highway cuts
north and south. Already plenty far south from here it should be due
east to Wiggums's place back into the untamed forest they go.
Under towering firs, from moss patch to tangle of ivy, over massive
weathering trunks downed in this storm in that decade, through the woods
they go. And go and go, for hours.
The wind's whistle has swelled to full song. Where only a moment ago
birdsong filled the forest, now there is none. Fup suddenly stops. Bear,
daydreaming, almost runs her over.
"Bird," Fup whispers, "of prey." Zooey comes back from up ahead in the
clearing to see what gives. Fup cricks her nose in the direction of the
high rock face across the clearing. "Huge, freaking bird of prey," she
The eagle abandons its perch and begins to circle over the clearing: she
circles and circles, and circles and circles and circles again.
Zooey roams the edge of pasture, growling, while Fup and Bear wait among
leaves and ferns and downed branches. Zooey begins to bark but gives up
shortly, when it becomes clear that he's only egging the eagle on.
They kill most of the afternoon this way, waiting for safe passage. Will
they ever get to Wiggums's farm?
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.