Revelations from my Cat

Peter Y. Woo, 1997

Purrkin is my house cat.  My brother the linguistic expert said cats' names must have "R".  I found no reason to defy his claim, so we named him Purrkin.  (It sounds like Pushkin, the famous Russian writer.)  A friend said there was a litter of newborn kittens at a veterinary clinic waiting for adoption.  Our former cat "Mo" died over a year ago, and our home had been too quiet ever since, so we went to look for one.  This one was only 2 weeks old, has orange fur and big ears.  On the application form they asked me whether we would treat him either "merely as a pet" or "as a family member".  I knew what they want, so I checked the latter, lest I wouldn't get him.