CHAPTER TWO
“The past is a ghost, the future a dream. All we have is now.”
BILL COSBY
Holly, having abandoned her cat food after a few nibbles, jumped on the kitchen table, eyeing the human morsels.
“Holly, what did I tell you about sitting on the table? I know you love tuna, but this is my food.”
The green eyes were mournful.
“Oh, here, you can have a little bit. I’m such a softy.” Samantha speared a piece of tuna with her fork and put it on a paper plate that she placed on the floor. The cat immediately jumped down and gobbled up the goodies.
Cats have such one-track minds, Samantha thought, Food, sleep, and play. If only life were that simple for people.
Before she could contemplate the advantages of being born feline as opposed to homosapien, Samantha’s phone rang. Getting up a
