Baker Cat
Now here is an oddly misshapen cat. He’s welcomed to my share of the cookies. But not if they are chocolate chip cookies. Now THOSE are MINE. ALL MINE.
Courage
This will be a story of Courage.
Courage, the one eyed cat, lived with us in Gulshan. He eventually won over Brownie (the whinny female) away from Zombie (the alfa male), but that is another story. Today I shall talk about Courage’s fear.
Courage wasn’t afraid of the perils of hunting around for food in the garbage bins. Neither was he afraid of old maids splashing soapy water on him. He definitely wasn’t afraid of Zombie either – Zombie who could make your blood run cold with his stare. But Courage was afraid of me.
