Introducing The Black And White Prince.

We had the good fortune to rescue a very charming and wonderful old cat a few years ago. He was black and white, walked like Clint Eastwood, dribbled when you stroked him and frequently conversed with us in squeaky little, almost-silent miaows. He had very bad arthritis when we found him yet, despite this, we enjoyed six years of human-cat joy until he became too ill to go on. Very sad. However, that's not what this is about. I just wanted to note here what a fine gent he was and that this is who I'm talking about in the hopefully funny scraps of conversations I used to make up between him, my wife and me, which I have just posted to the Prose section of the website. 

Cat Says To Me, Pt. I is here and Cat Says To Me, Pt. II is here.