My beloved living companion left me today, off to spend Christmas without me and the love of his life, his black cat Pheobe. As I helped him pack last night, I innocently asked, "Now, on what days do I feed Pheobe?"
Mikey looked at me with both amusement and disgust, taking a moment to find the patience to form the words.
"Everyday, Beth. She's a living creature. You feed her everyday."