So the other night, I watched the movie Seabiscuit, which, in case you don't know, is the true story of this champion race horse.
And I couldn't help thinking, as I watched, how much Seabiscuit, a problem horse whose owners at times despaired of him, reminded me of my cat, Henrietta, a problem cat whose owners sometimes despair of her.
Don't get me wrong. I love Henrietta with all the fiber of my being. If there were a fire in my building, Henrietta would be the first thing I'd grab.
My husband and I disagree about many things—the therapeutic benefits of the show Charmed, for instance. But fortunately we both agree on Henrietta: She is the best thing in our lives—a little angel who fell down from heaven to be with us.
The only problem is that we're the only people on the planet who've met Henrietta who feel that way about her.
Henrietta didn't have a very good start in life. I got her from a woman, Gigi, who'd found her, along with