Well, I’m sure I am someone else’s Trimet horror story. I was carless and had to pick up my cat from the vet, so I packed him up in a little carrier and got on the 17 to go home. I thought nothing of it until I was halfway there, when I felt some weird ...WARMTH spreading across my lap. Turns out my cat, in his sad,…

This reminds me of when I was little and my Dad would hug me after a nightmare and tell me it’s going to be okay.

Totally. Bless this mess.

I’ll say this, The Elusive Chantuese has dancers who are ride or die.