Speaking of Inca: Elegy for a Small Black Cat
I didnāt think I would have to write this so soon. My cat Inca, my loving companion of 17 years, was dead on the floor when I got up the other morning. I suppose she was lucky. She was rarely sick, and never seriously ill. She was still lithe and active, her fur thick and glossy. She attacked her evening treat last night with her usual impatient greed. She never suffered as some of my other petsā¦
















