Partly

When I was a kid I had two cats from the same litter. The female was a grayish calico named Cloudy. The male was a gray tabby named Partly. He was my favorite. Inconsequentially, the third kitten in the litter was named Stormy and my friend from whom I adopted them was named Sunny. I digress.

One fine sunny day, my teenage brother pulled into the driveway in his Chevy Blazer and hit a startled Cloudy as she darted across the drive. After Cloudy's untimely demise, Partly was so overcome with incompleteness that a few weeks later we found him floating in a garden pond. I think he jumped.

I've decided that I am partly bulimic. The part that doesn't like throwing up. I suppose that makes me a complete food addict. But I like the thought of being partly.

I'm not entirely sure what that has to do with cats.