Fup. Store Cat.
The Trip to Kahani
In the roadside rest area where Warren parked for the night, diesel engines growled,
and each time a car entered the lot, its headlights punctured the mail truck's
windows; one and the other filled Fup's sleep with nightmares of angry dogs and
botched street crossings, until finally she gave up on rest.
The postmaster, at least, seemed better for the sleep. Not long after dawn,
he woke, started the engine, and joined the highway again. Fup recounts for
the campers now, "Each time we passed a township sign, Mr. Warren would announce
the name of the place aloud: 'Bridgeport, Connecticut: five-digit zip, such
and such.' Always the city and its zip code. 'Elizabeth, New Jersey: something-something-something-something-something.'"
Zooey says, "So you always knew where you were."
"But you didn't know where you were going," one of the campers, the woman,
adds. "Why didn't your mom and dad just tell you?"
"Because they didn't know either," Fup explains. "But that became obvious
At least Ro and Clara had recovered from the motion sickness that bothered
them the day before. But the three sisters were tired of driving. They'd had
enough of the truck's close quarters and its cold metal surfaces. Their ears
ached with the engine's ceaseless whine. They wanted out.
The postmaster announced, "Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: 19103." The truck slowed
to a halt. Odd, because they'd only a short while prior stopped for gas. Warren
collected some of his belongings from the passenger's side and the shelves in
back. He refilled the cats' food bowl and changed their litter box. Then he
stepped outside, locking the door behind him. The cats climbed up on the dashboard,
five in a row squeezed against the windshield, and watched him carry his suitcase
into a hotel.
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.