Cat and Kitten Zone Blog

Monday morning, the fourth week of September, and my youngest cat toddles from his breakfast bowl to the living room, suddenly joggled by the convulsions of a hairball. I dash in and whisk him across the dining room’s carpeted sea to the vinyl shores of the kitchen. Almost there, I trip over the lace edge of my nightgown and land on my hip, the cat still in my hands, suspended above me like a football plucked from midair as I roll to the goal line, and the hairball plops out on the vinyl f

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