title: THE CAT WHO LOVED DOGS: A True Tale of Love, Loss and Resilience
author:  Sunny Fader 
description: Unlike most vocations, writing is not work you can turn off at will.<span> </span>Once the project starts, the process takes over.<span> </span><span></span>The book or script takes shape consciously and unconsciously; <span></span>ideas whirl around in your head, sometimes hanging there frustratingly just out of reach, sometimes crystalizing at an inopportune time--which is why writers are not always the most sociable people to be around when they are working.<span> </span>My anchors over the years have been the dogs and cats that have shared my life.<span> </span>No matter how moody I got in the midst of an assignment-- or absentminded, they were always there for me with unconditional love.<span> </span>And somehow, when I most needed it, they seemed to know just what to do to ease my stress and make me smile.Hillary, the dog-loving, Siamese-mix heroine of this little memoire was especially good at this.<span> </span>Even today, when I think of the brief time she shared my life, and the remarkable feat she accomplished after she left me...I still smile.<span> </span>And I am pretty sure you will too<span> </span>when you read her story.<span> </span><span></span>
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  # True Stories About Dogs and Cats
  
  
  ### Eliza Lee Follen
  
  
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  In a pretty, quiet village in New England lived Mary Chilton. She
  
  
  was a widow. She had two sons; and it was the occupation and the
  
  
  happiness of her life to do all she could to make her boys good and
  
  
  happy. I should say to help and teach them to be good and happy; for
  
  
  boys and girls must make themselves good; and then, of course, they
  
  
  will be happy; and no one can be made good or happy against his
  
  
  will.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I hear some boy or girl who reads this say, "How old were they, and
  
  
  what were their names?" No boy can get along with another boy till
  
  
  he knows his name and age, and so, that you may be sure that they
  
  
  were real, li