"How did you choose your cat?" a grocery store cashier once asked me.
"She read a heartrending monologue for her audition and did a great soft shoe routine," I joked. "That sealed the deal."
"I want to see the soft shoe," the cashier responded.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that my cat, Sylvia, doesn't do that routine anymore. After all, now that she has the gig...
