Crenshaw

by Katherine Applegate

I noticed several weird things about the surfboarding cat. Thing number one: He was a surfboarding cat.

You can’t see sound waves, but you can hear music.”

“I know why. Because they’re idiots. I also know you will never, ever catch this fine feline specimen stooping so low.”

“That’s plenty. Imaginary friends are like books. We’re created, we’re enjoyed, we’re dog-eared and creased, and then we’re tucked away until we’re needed again.”