is named Buster.
I pet him and
send these one-liners
to my friends.
You have to come and meet
my ass.
Do you want to pet my
ass?
Let’s go feed my
ass.
They don’t know why
I laugh until I cry
until they see him
over at the fence.
Ursula Saqui lives in the Midwest with her family and six cats. After too many grad degrees and jobs of death and destruction (not kidding), she has returned to scribbling during the day and writing at night. She can be found almost everywhere at UrsulaSaqui, chatting about running, writing, and food.