The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

My cat needs more love. (Don’t we all?) She’s licking herself raw. Declaring psychological trauma. The sly owners observed for 13.5 months before concluding: “The Fat Cat Feels Usurped By The Really Cute Baby With The High Pitched Squeal.” Then they sat around and ate toast. “Where’s Elsie—I mean Frannie?” she wondered. “Good question. Where [...]