Excerpt: Still Go Crazy
Grace
My ancient cat, Wayne, let out a plaintive meow.
“Seriously?” I countered, turning to glare at Wayne.
Wayne c****d his head to the side before lifting his haunches slightly and settling back down. His only reply was another meow. This time, his annoyance was quite clear.
I eyed the tree from where I stood on the back deck. It was a lovely dogwood situated in the backyard. “Wayne, how the hell did you get up there?”
Although I didn’t expect an answer, I was genuinely curious. According to the vet, Wayne was close to blind as a result of his cataracts. He was approaching seventeen years old, so it was surprising he could see anything, much less climb a tree.
I rested a hand on my hip, contemplating my options. “I need to get to work, you know,” I called o
