Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away.

Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away. There was a cat and a dog and another cat. They lived together quite happily most of the time except at feeding time.

It was always at dinner, precisely 5:56 when the ruckus would begin to fester

like a puss encrusted boil. The ruckus would become a cage match. She wanted to eat at the table. A family dinner. He wanted to eat on the couch. Monday night football. They used

a broken pair of chopsticks to settle the dispute. Long one the winner. Broken one the loser. "Caveat," she whispered. "Loser is gracious." He considered. Nodded. Reached for the

chopstick that looked the shortest. He thought she'd try to trick him, but would later find out she was blind. He was anything but a a gracious loser, and left with her cane.

What he didn't know was the cane had a GPS responder, too, and soon, the police were on the hunt for "the lady's cane." As if they didn't have enough to do that night, now they

were looking for the walking cane of an octogenarian. When they started tracking the GPS, the cops noticed it was traveling at speeds exceeding 90mph. A getaway car? No, it must be

But the car was quite empty, a detail which escaped the notice of those stalwart sleuths in hot pursuit. They we so focused on their quarry, that when it zoomed over the cliff

the cops stopped and had General Foods International Coffees. Then they each shared a sweet memory of me from their Senior trip. For I am Jean Luc, France's great heartbreaker.