Starkist

The first time I saw Starkist, I wasn't sure what color he was. He was covered with the dirt, grime, and desperation of a stray cat. His ribs were showing and his eyes were runny. We had stopped at a motel beside the highway in Virginia. My sons, Sammie and Jackson and I were on our way home from a three week vacation that included a week in BMX camp in Pennsylvania and side trips to Niagara Falls and Washington D.C. Needless to say most of our money was gone and we were eating tuna fish sandwiches in the motel room when we heard a pitiful "meow" at the door. I opened it and he walked in and went straight to the trashcan where the tuna cans were. After he ate 5 cans of tuna fish (that's all I had left), he jumped on the bed, proceeded to clean himself and purr loudly. Starkist had found a family at last!

Sometimes Starkist has to put George in his place.

---

back to ZOOmom's page

Go to Geocities