Tabby Cat Reuben

Reuben Reuben, what am I to do with you? You’ve rejected every way I’ve tried to tell your story. You scratched out the part about sustaining numerous small stabs to earn each large stripe, hiding the fine cotton you’re really made of. You said you’d rather be nothing. Why won’t you let me tell others who you really are?

Reuben doesn’t believe in pedigree.