Forget about the black cat/golden retriever energy dichotomy.
If you have a friend group, which one of these are you: the stray cat, the nocturnal bat, or the pizza rat?
I’m the first one. I would roam from house to house, collecting food — and hearts — wherever I roam.
Sally Garnatah writes silly things. Some of Sally’s stories are true. For legal purposes, consider all of these posts to be … autofiction, if you can stomach that kind of quasi-pretentious literary stuff. Sally doesn’t read autofiction, though. She’s too much of a country girl. You can find her down by the Tennessee River, out in the woods, standing in a sorghum field — or you can find her right here, on her blog. View all posts by Sally
Jamais Mayville