Penny Tawret: 28 books

“Hey, hey, hey!” A familiar pudgy framed German Shepherd called out in pure full on recognition and reference to one of all-time favorite phrases from late nights in front of the flat screen. “It’s faaat AL gore!” We both chanted comically in unison as the pads and toenails of her bare feet...

I sat heavy-hearted alongside my sister and cuz in the funkily cramped waiting room of the trauma ward at Keystone med, my mind racing and my heart pounding on awaiting just the tiniest sliver of news from the doc on my good old coworker and longtime friend’s progress while his sister, Rhonda was nearly down to the cuticles of her nails in extreme rhinoceros anxiety.

So, I had finally decided to leave my former life running nearly four years with the Water Street Haitians behind for a brand new and new formal one with the local Hystericals and Golden Thunder Pack uptown, only to find out a rather short while later after my first proving ground mission that a secondary...

Donna Linton and Detective Leslie Thompson take a rather unexpected and sickening punch to their gut as one of their closest and dearest companions now departs, leaving the whole rest of the group in a state of turmoil and remorse in what they thought would at least be step one to a feeling of well earned...

They say your coming of age is supposed to be a time of rejoicing and moving proudly onto the next age, just the same as sunset would be the more laid back version of celebrating the silent and peaceful journey from my current life into the very next hippopotamus one all the same of my very choosing....

“Yoohoo!” The cynical voice of an all too familiar striped hyena called, striding in giddily through the oddly unlocked front entrance door. “Aren’t you guys ruefully forgetting about little old me?”               

I gave a slow and steady pump of my twelve gauge, readying myself fully for any and all as made our way tightly in formation toward the main entrance doors of arena; which rather surprisingly for a campaign rally remained completely unguarded as we silently flooded in one by one and began steadily making our way down the alley and up the inclined ramp to the upper floors.

I began to develop sort of that odd sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and my heartbeat suddenly began to become more rapid and more audible in the drums of my ears as my cheetah instincts and innate sense of oncoming danger began to steadily grow rampant and more than imminent. I took a small...

They say your coming of age is supposed to be a time of rejoicing and moving proudly onto the next age, just the same as sunset would be the more laid back version of celebrating the silent and peaceful journey from my current life into the very next hippopotamus one all the same of my very choosing....

“Well, if it isn’t good old Charlie’s Angel.” We both nearly whipped around at the sound and I couldn’t at all help the natural impulse of my heart practically pounding right out of my chest before the biggest and quite literal wolfish grin almost instantly appeared on Leslie’s muzzle...

I stared aimlessly for what seemed like nearly hours to days to weeks down at my feet as thought after thought, memory after memory flashed endlessly like an old VHS tape through my felidae brain. I still kept constantly asking myself; both internally and externally, why her?

I slept peacefully for a good majority of the night, curled up in my usual spot on the living room floor right up until the thunderous growl of my now empty stomach stirred me rather atrociously from my stupor. I starred drowsily up at the green digits on the nearby TV converter box; in which they brilliantly read, 3:27 AM.

The gang's all here and ready to kick some ass for the good of their heritage in this all new transgressional twist on the ever popular civil rights coalition who dedicate their very lives still up this day defending life and limb from the corrupt horrors, of police brutality, Dominant supremacy, and species inequalities all throughout the quote unquote "land of the free" of America.

Saying goodbye to a family member is really one of the hardest things any animal on earth can possibly do in their current life before selection day.