A calico calamity or a reincarnation of Bonkers? You decide!
Today as I was making my meal delivery rounds, I got out of my truck and heard a panicky feline moaning, bereft of any hope, from nearby bushes. As I walked towards the door, I saw a TINY little calico kitten that burst from the brush and raced me to the doorway. I went inside and the nice old gentleman (pronounced coot ) who lives there was waiting in the doorway, wielding his cane menacingly. I looked down and saw that he was trying his best to mash the kitten like a “pavement pizza cat,” with... Sign in to see full entry.