I get to see Wasabi (aka Houdini) just about every day. Well, “see.” Mostly, I feel him shoot between my legs as I’m trying to get the dog of the house out the door.
Wasabi’s a prowler, a man about town, a bit of a tomcat.
He doesn’t want me to tell you this, but I slammed my finger in the door trying to keep him inside this morning, so he’ll have to get over it.
Wasabi is the reason socks go missing; why you can’t find your car keys in the morning; why your once faithful, churchgoing child now wants to sit in their room in the dark and listen to awful music; he is the unknown, a drop of chaos, teeth shining in the dark, a sudden warmth on a cold night.
Don’t live in his neighborhood? He’ll find you.
(You may recognize this dude from our April newsletter. Every month we send out The Critter Courier where we feature photos of your pets, post informative pet-related content, stories, and holidays schedules.)