Everyone knows it’s a cat.
That’s how I found myself at the animal shelter, walking along rows and rows of furry convicts, until I came to one particular character. Black and white, long silky hair, and a hangdog look.
“Okay, Buster,” Schyler meowed. “I’ll give you one chance.” I held my arms out to receive him, opened the cage door, and Schyler pranced out into my wife’s arms, and into our hearts. We didn’t have a chance.
Me, I became the body servant. It’s my job to make sure the water bowl stays full as well as the food dish and the litter box cleaned.
|The cat who inspired a book! Schyler.|
|Is it true? Can Schyler type?|
|Author, Bob Stewart, and Schyler|
Bob has been kind enough to share an excerpt from "Alias Thomas A Katt."