The Death of Ivan Ilyich's Cat
Ivan Ilyich's cat had a most simple and ordinary life. Which was a good thing, because he was a cat, after all.
But his death–his death–was most terrible.
In
Greg Bishop
A veterinarian with unquenchable creative impulses. Unquenchable? Hmmm... creative "tendencies"? Well, it depends on how well I slept last night. Also a writer, illustrator and whatever-elser.
New Yorker Rejects #13
What's the statistical probability of finding a 13-leafed clover?
(Emotionally Honest) Surgery Report
What really goes on in there?
The Eagle
When I was in vet school, I took one of the best classes of my life: Raptor Handling. Every week, us vet students would meet our instructor in a patch of dirt at
The Merganser
My origin story.