Only In America: A Cat Short Story
by Elaine Faber
I was born on a cool spring morning under a woodpile, a fair distance from the big city. It was rumored that my mother was a tramp, but I loved her. She taught me all she knew and I often fell asleep listening to her purr and the thrum of her heartbeat. She shared with me the secrets of the universe, which are known to all cats.