From personal anecdotes to veterinarian advice, our stories infrom and entertain. Bookmark this site and check back often to read the latest update. Walking the Blowfish I didn t know true shame until I walked my cat in public.
Few men can maintain their masculinity while strolling down the street with a tabby on a leash.
I ve seen six foot bikers maintain a modicum of self-dignity while walking poodles, but nothing emasculates the male of the species more than knowing that, at the end of the leash, lurks a beast with retractable claws. I have known such shame . . The answer only compounds my embarrassment. My cat is fat. My wife and I call her Blowfish.