I don't have voice, I don't believe wasting

I don't have voice, I don't believe wasting my breath is beneficial. Why speak if no is going to listen?

I stilled my voice but I continued to breathe. My tissues needed oxygenation. My cat I could understand. She spoke with her whole being. But all these humans squeezing out verbiage

was more than I could handle. I took a deep breath and stared at my cat. My cat's name was Bird. And if all else failed, at least I had bird. The best cat in America.

I turned to my parrot. My parrot's name was Cat--best bird in America. My dog, Fish, barked up at me & Rover, the goldfish blew a bubble. Best goddamn pets a person could have EVER

One day, the parrot named Cat, spoke to me. He looked at me and said,

"What kind of stupid human names a bird Cat? Squaawwwk. Come here, kitty kitty!"

An old woman who was advised to let go of her cat obsession, that's who. I mean, after the sudden passing of her sixth husband where else is an elderly woman to turn?

but to crime fighting. With every sun that set, she would don her leotards, cape, and mask, and jump from the uppermost nursing home window. Throughout the city, she became known

Captain Depends, her adult diaper contained all of her superhero tools to save the world every night. It's a bird, it's a plane, wait... is that grandma?

Sarah looked up at the night sky and watched her grandmother pass over, her cape buckling in the wind. The question mark signal had worked, they were reunited once again.