I’m not drawn to cats. They are drawn to me. Clearly, I was a “cat person” without knowing it.
It should have been a warning, or rather, no, an omen. I was born on Jan. 26, 1978 in Bowling Green, Ohio during the “worst” blizzard on record. Stores ran out of food. The college shut down. Pipes froze. But, more importantly, my dad’s fish aquarium basically became a large ice cube and all the… Continue reading ‘One fish, two fish’ – the lives of the BFE Fish