My cats, in order: Sherman, Biscuit, Stan & Ollie, David Niven, Garp, Ryder, Flyte, Brooks, Byrt, The Imposter, Nestle & Bosco, Rupi, and Gizmo.
I can’t provide names for the innumerable strays we’ve fed and found homes for throughout our forty-plus year marriage, but they were no less attended to; most were passersby, and we did what we could for them.
It was great fun writing this series. My children were very young at the time, and captivated by our indoor animal world, which included three cats, two guinea pigs, two birds, two Hermit crabs, and a Dachshund named Trinny (after a skinny BBC fashion show presenter with very short legs and ubiquitous thin sweaters draping her erect nipples who presumed to tell everyone else how badly they were dressed. It was a terribly unfair name for that sweet, loving little dog, and I apologize to her most profoundly).
Teena and Jeri getting a little brother would have been like Fonzie jumping the shark in the first season of “Happy Days”: Cheap, desperate, and lazy. Sorry, Mrs. C.
Nope. As you get to know these girls, their families, their friends - really, it’s a nice world. Babies are born in this strip, so, if you like that sort of life-affirming thing, stick around. I’m also a big fan of animals, humans, families, friendships, and faith. Gak! Is that the FBI in my driveway . . .?!!!!