Daniel Schorr died. He was ninety some. Now he's gone, I hope there's more where he came from.We've started calling Sullivan the "the Kiwi Contingent," because of the World Cup. He's a handsome cat, with a lazy eye, all white, but not brilliant white. A tough old git, the cat equivalent of one of those old guys who sleeps in a rough wood cabin until you find him one day, frozen by the stove, he's still hunting successfully, but he's getting thinner by the minute and now drinks a lot.
While waiting to kick the bucket, he keeps missing it. David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon