This year's animal mystery is now up, just in time for Halloween.
The Secret Life of Luke is just a teeny bit autobiographical. Luke is a real cat, and he's pretty amazing, even if he didn't do everything you read here.
He did, however, do something a little like this:
Later that night I could hear someone in the bathroom, using the toilet with the door ajar. I stepped back and waited to deliver my close-the-door-you-weren't-born-in-a-barn lecture, but when the tinkling sound ended, Luke strolled out of the bathroom.
Oh, no. Maybe I'd misinterpreted the sound. Maybe he was using the bathroom floor instead of the litter box. But the white tile was clean. The toilet seat was down, the lid was up, and the toilet had been used.I glanced back at Luke. "No way," I said.He walked past me, his tail in the air. "Max," I called, "Did you potty-train the cat?"Max came into the hall from the office, peering at me over his reading glasses. "Did I what the what?""Never mind."
A rough draft of this story appeared earlier on this blog.
Luke continues to live quietly with us--and he still does back massages now and again.