Molly Ringer stood forlornly in her kitchen, dutifully feeding her cat, Killer. She mechanically scooped teaspoon after gilded teaspoon of Friskies into the feline’s large stainless-steel dish. With each scoop served, Killer nibbled furiously and then looked expectantly up at Molly for more. This went on for some little time. At length, Killer seemed satisfied, … Continuar leyendo “Molly at Home” by Bill Tope