Such a nice ring…Dead Furry Friends Animal Shelter…so warm and comforting.

Alma had been falling in love with a crazy terrier that thought “stay” mean to take off like a rocket. Gaby knew he’d already taken off with Alma’s heart.

If I were you, I’d stick to the palm reading. Now, there’s a trick that won’t paralyze you from the neck down.

Gaby wasn’t having much luck with cats lately. The stray from yesterday had left her with red welts and a bad dream, and Lemon had just tried to eat her hair.

Two hundred dollars! OMG! Shopping spree!

All I can do is read about zombie cats—and wait.

You rock, volcano girl!

My perfectly measured ingredients should have mixed and turned into an epic lava. Instead it looks like an outtake from an old sci-fi movie. Green goo has killed my volcano. My chance to win the science fair at Sendak has been slimed!