PTFOOO: Good journey to an old friend

No new fiction this week.

My profound apologies for leaving you hanging this week with the party’s fate in the balance — the vote has been resolved, and I made good progress on the session, but I had to take a long break this weekend to say goodbye to an old friend.

Omar Little, patiently awaiting his dinner, 2020ish

Omar Little was born under a car on 2nd Avenue and 25th St. in Manhattan, New York, and passed away in warmer climes yesterday at an uncertain age — 14 or so, we estimate. He spent his last days dining on Trader Joe’s tuna fish and crispy bacon, and though he was something of a standoffish — sometimes even ornery — fellow, he did deign to accept a lot of love at the end. Thanks for the time we had, old man.

Few suffer the indignities of end-of-life medical care with as much dignity as a cat.

Our story will resume on 10/30. As always, thanks for reading.