On my way to the Djerassi Arts Center for a month-Long writing retreat! I am exhausted. Sunday I had

Caesar stood at the water's edge, on its very shore. The Rubicon. A small river. Shallow. An unimportant watercourse which served at this moment as boundary of peace. On the other side the catastrophi

We walked back home in silence without a single woof or meow. Every once in a while I stole a look at the cat, who seemed both casual and deep in thought. Maybe all cats are like that – casually inten

Chapter 3 The slick alley pavement suddenly felt cold under my paws. Slowly I turned and there, perched on a rotting wooden box, was the Cat. Its eyes were both cold and blazing hot in there dim light