Continuing the story of the book that almost was from 25 years ago, Tails of Two Kitties … Click here to read Part One and click here to read Part Two.
I honestly don’t remember the story of the agent (whom we’re calling Elizabeth) and how I met her and how her interest in me and my book came to be. But I know it didn’t last. Like a summer romance, it was over in a flash. I continued to work on the book, finishing four chapters, plus an introduction, but then it faded from memory, ending up in an elaborate three-ring binder that I bought from OfficeMax, which sadly no longer exists. The book and its original art, all arranged on a template that I designed and printed out to draw the pages on, still do, though and I’m glad they do.
This would have been chapter four, and it chronicles “The Box,” my repulsion and dedication to the daily chore of cleaning out Stan and Ollie’s litter box. It seemed to me a perpetual motion machine: They ate. They pooped. I scooped. Clumpable litter lent itself to visions of some strange kinds of sculpture, but in truth, the only one I ever really saw was the one that resembled the state of Oklahoma. All the others were absurd constructs. I’m sure both cats never knew who Nixon and Agnew were, let alone the Dionne Quintuplets. (Well … maybe Ollie did. He was the smart one.)
So here, without any further ado is Chapter Four of Tails of Two Kitties … “The Box.”
An ancillary byproduct of the litter box (both inside and out) was something I called “The Pee Face,” a particular look on both cats’ faces when they smelled … well, pee. It was one of shock and awe.
Next time: The final completed chapter, “Top 10 Things My Cats Do When I’m Not Home.”
Click here to read all the other parts of “My Life in Comics.”
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