Once, for a whole year I claimed to be older than I was. A doctor’s receptionist corrected me. My “birthdate” and “age” didn’t match up. It’s not that I have a strict policy about not lying; it’s just that I don’t think one’s age represents all that much so I don’t get too hyperbolic about […]
In another installment of life imitating art, The New York Post has announced that Montie, the cat cast to play The Cat in the Broadway version of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, has been fired. My fictional story−My Six Days on Broadway: Crossed by a Golightly Cat−posted last week, tells a story of a cat being fired […]
I really needed the work, otherwise, trust me, I wouldn’t have taken a job as a personal assistant to a cat. Not even if it’s starring in Breakfast at Tiffany’s on Broadway. First of all, I’m deathly allergic−within twenty minutes of being around a cat, my eyelids will look like cheese doodles. I’m teary, puffy and […]