Once upon a post-modern time, there lived a little old Italian Man, whose name I do not know. What I do know is he is dead, & hopefully, in Heaven. That is not for me to know, but who knows? Man that fellow human being sure put away many bottles of liquor. Bless his liver. And his heart!

Okay but I did digress. This story is not about the little old man who lived in the house, really, for he eventually sold the house to a not so little Cat Lady, who was actually not bad looking. But I shall not go there.

Well, this Not-so-Little Cat Lady, oh and before I go further, let me assure you, she was not Obese, nor was she Pleasantly Plump, but she was “Just Right.” Anyway, she moved there with her lovely felines, and there the live still, if not always happy, and if not ever after, at least not too high on the hog.