biped...."Poor Smudge is just about as good as I was when I lied to get my first, very own pet."
biped...."His name was Tom. I named him. He was MINE. I did call Mom from my "boss's house. I was 14 and working as a worm farmer's assistant. My boss had a teenage orange tabby show up and she'd found a sucker to take it off her hands. After an extended conversation with my Mom and my boss assuring her that Tom was definetely a tom, I took off on my bike with "my cat" in a burlap sack tightly tied to the basket.