When my baby sister was a baby, my mom had this giant cat that we called “The Lion.” Biggest cat I’ve ever seen that wasn’t just fat. Huge cat. And my sister could pull its fur, pull its tail, lay on him, the cat wouldn’t do a damn thing but take it. Now, if you looked at the cat the wrong way, you could lose your hand. It would disappear for days at a time. When they were about to move, the cat was of course absent. Days went by, he wouldn’t come when called. Finally my mom sat my sister outside, and in her funny baby voice she called for that cat for half an hour. He finally showed up.
