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Cat Burglary
“So in the end, Your Honor, it turned out we errantly stole someone’s actual pet and drove it four states from home.”Does that sound like a plausible defense?The beginning bits were certainly innocent. The end bits have us wondering how, exactly, to get this housecat back, um, home.The middle bits? Oh, yes, please, allow me to explain.In what was to be a week of kid-free relaxation, my husband and I set off for Skidaway Island State Park to meet my brother and his wife. As we had jumped on the “Sell your RV” bandwagon back in pandemic times, we reserved a pet-friendly cabin so that we could br...
Heaven INC.
“Let there be light.” The building’s fluorescent lwww.onedoor.ccights flicked on and illuminated all. It was the first day of a new venture, and excitement reverberated throughout the office space. He walked through the rows of perfectly aligned cubicles surveying his employees. Each was righteous and fair in their own right. They fluttered about the office, busy with their tasks, leaving feathers floating through the air. He’d not bother them for he had his own imperative tasks to complete. He took his place at the head office where he could see and hear all of their comings and goings. In his office all t...
Cigar Smoke and Easy Cheese
I got a call in mid-October that I had been dreading. My uncle, the man who taught me to love the sunrise, drink coffee, taught me the ‘secret knock’ and squirt Easy Cheese directly into my mouth was gone. He always had a roll of peppermint Lifesavers in his pocket and if he had one so did I. I had known the last time I saw him would likely be the last visit. I’m not sure if that made it better or worse. He always wanted to move to the beach, but he waited too long. That’s what we talked about the last time I saw him. He smoked King Edward cigars. Everyone else hated the smell, but not me, I ...
Pillowman
“Foolish human! After besting your father, I won your servitude!” My cat, probably.Technically speaking, he wasn’t mine. He belonged to my dad, aka the one who fed/pet/named him. The little guy with a big ego (or so I imagine) was a British Shorthair named Fuzz Aldrin. If it were up to me, his name would be Epeius, the mastermind of the Trojan Horse. I could probably be called speciesist, but that was a perspective I couldn’t shake. He was a self-serving beast, and my dad was the only one between us that cared enough about him enough to meet his needs. Sadly, he was out for the day, so I was...