Since my human doesn’t really have her own blog, I have to reblog it to my own blog. Sheesh….
Dear fans and friends, it’s Zoe here . . . Zoe the Fabulous Feline. For those who may not know me, I am a tuxedo cat—a true tuxedo cat, I might add—and I live with the woman I adopted about seven years ago; her name is Emily. I am a writer, and all my stories have at least a germ of truth, although you might need a microscope to find it. Other stories are one hundred percent true. This is one of those stories.
Before I get to it, I have to tell you about the other major player in this story. His name is Vic. (Perhaps I should not be using his real name—you know, change the name to protect the innocent. Except he’s not.) Actually, his name is William, but everybody calls him Vic. I don’t know why, because “Vic” is not even his middle name. An interesting…
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