When I was nine I had a cat named Spooky Moon who was killed by two dogs outside our SF home. Years later, my parents confessed that they always thought she was a little … brain damaged. They just didn’t have the heart to point it out to me at the time.
Since then, I’ve met more than a few ‘special’ cats and I’ve had a theory that there’s always one in the litter who doesn’t quite get a full supply of oxygen at birth or something.
… which is my way of introducing Lil Bub, a dwarf cat with extra toes, no teeth, and a whole lotta heart.
And thank you, Gena, for this afternoon’s literal lol.