This story tells the life of the author and his pet cat, C. J. At the age of fifty, the author found C. J., as a baby kitten, abandoned in his backyard. One day while the author was sitting on the back steps of his house, a little cat came to him and said, "MEwee"--and the rest is history. At the time, the author was a pastor and substitute teacher. In this story, the author imagines that C. J. goes to school to learn grammar. C. J.'s name comes from the author's first name and that of his son, John.
