He doesn’t notice that Death is watching his every move. On my way to Vons to pick up a variety of food that our beautiful fifteen year old cat, Pretty Boy Floyd, AKA Skinny, might want to eat, I decided to stop at Full of Beans and get a cappuccino.
Why Skinny might be so kind. A few nights ago I had a fascinating dream about perspective and woke up wondering if perhaps that dream helped explain why Skinny is instinctively kind. Maybe he just “gets this stuff” naturally, while the rest of us struggle to learn it. My late
Skinny the Cat and the Magic of Kindness, is the puuurfect how-to place to connect all people who want to help make the world a kinder, gentler place—without losing their sense of humor. That’s not to say we don’t take things seriously. Quite the contrary. But when seen through the