The cat sat on his face. Curled up. Thought

The cat sat on his face. Curled up. Thought real heavy thoughts.

Every idea sinking in through every pore, Bryce sat with his face full of cat wondering what to make of such an awful day.

His face pressed into the cat's fur, Bryce listened to the sleepy sounds of his furry friend, the deep, resonate purr fading to a subtle, happy snore. He felt himself drifting off

..off...off into the furry muff of fluff. Bryce became One with the cat. His face melded into its side. He slept a long time, eventually getting up to use the bathroom & saw himse

lf for the first time in the mirror as he had actually become, whiskers and all! Bryce caught himself mid-meow and wondered what the guys would think. He couldn't show up at a

bar mitzvah three sheets to the wind again or he'd certainly be kicked off the bridge team. So he shaved off his whiskers, let out one last meow, and marched himself over to the

the bar, where all his kitty friends jovially drank and make passing comments at whatever flashed over the t.v screens.

All of his best friends were here at the sports bar: Banjo the Tabby, Cuddles the Persian, and Lovebug the Calico. But his favorite kitty cat, the one he was secretly in love with,

The tortoiseshell tabby Dhani, was an indoor cat who loved to watch birds and squirrels. She also was a good mouser and ate bugs. Dhani never went to sports bars, per her human