If you want to go fast go alone

if you want to go far, leave the cat behind

Thanks for joining me again here at the fools letter.

I’m glad you’re here.

And while you are, let me tell you about my cat Trevor.

Trevor is an indoor cat that likes to go outdoors.

(as opposed to an outdoor cat that likes to come inside?)

Actually, he may merely be a dissatisfied cat.

When he’s on the inside, he wants to go out all the time. If he were out all the time he’d want to come in.

He can’t make up his mind so we’ve made it up for him.

He’s an inside cat… our little furry prisoner.

Trevor has a routine, gets fed on a schedule, no shoelaces, gets walked around the yard.

No conjugal visits though.

The wardens took care of that.

According to Trevor, that damn vet ruined his life. He entered the clinic with balls. He exited feeling groggy and his nuts were in a garbage bag somewhere. He was up until that time, quite attached to them.

Trevor vowed revenge. We have him on file saying that if he ever saw that vet, he’d rip his face right off then dine on the gooey joys of vet eyeballs. Don…