Some of our cats have been big, while others were small.
We’ve had red ones, orange ones, black ones, stripey ones, silly calicos, and other crazy coat colors.
They eat. They sleep. They poop. They barf.
We get them collars so that people know that someone loves them very much.
“This one is mine,” we are saying. “That one is mine too.”
I keep spare collars handy, in case they lose their collars.
There must be a pile of collars somewhere out there.
Just like the pile of collars here, the ones we took off, and don’t give out again.