Action shot!

Yes, I am one of those people. Those people who take their cats for walks. On leashes. While wearing their pajamas.

(No hair rollers, though.)

Sammy Katz used to be a wild creature, stalking through the Central Florida college town where we lived, beheading lizards and squirrels and, once, a large crow. He was also fond of getting stuck on roofs. And crying. And fighting with his nemesis, the orange cat who lived next door.

Blame it on my husband. He moved in, and convinced me that all these...