I have been a writer wandering all my life. (Currently, I'm "wandering" what I'm doing!! Ha!) I'm a literary nomad that has traveled through all genres of Life. Known for my quirky comedic twists, I'm not afraid to explore the darker side!
“Cry-Baby” they called him. And he was. You could hear the pitiful noise from two rooms away. My son and I headed for the stainless steel cage in the front room that held two identical kittens. Inside were beautiful tiny litter-mates, mirror images of one another with their round, little “apple heads” and big, sparkling eyes; the only difference being that the girl was a striped gray tabby and her brother was orange. My mother, on the other hand, was drawn to the loud wailing in the “other room”...the room in the back, filled with empty cages and carriers, a dim-lit and depressing room that held the Cry-Baby, waiting to be gassed with the next round.