Jan 15
6 min read
The Writer’s Cat
She was an older tabby with green eyes. The writer didn’t notice her gone…
The rain came down hard and the streets flooded on the evening Marilyn Monroe died. It was August of ’62 in Los Angeles, with people focused on their everyday problems that felt like a sort of death to them before they saw the morning paper. It’s only when actual death stares you in the face that you can have some perspective.
