This is a True Story About a Cat
I got my first cat, Tiger, when I was five, after three long years of waiting. Five was the age my mom said would be old enough to help.
Around this time I also started my search for the meaning of life because I had come to understand the meaning of mortality, a frightening concept. I tackled my fear head-on in the beginning by writing letters to God. I placed them in my window at night, before bed, to see…