I was a tired, worn-out boy when I collapsed by these humans’ back door. They felt bad for me because I was tired and hungry and hurt. They gave me food, water, a kind word, and a safe place to regain my strength. They really want to take me to the doctor, but have five other furry 99 purrcenters ahead of me. My name is Buster ‘cause I’m all busted up and I am the 99 purrcent.
We’ve been touched by the stories of regular people — the 99 percent — scratching to make it while the plutocracy hums right along. Pets are victims, too, and sometimes only a pet’s tale is enough to turn the hard-hearted to a good cause.
So share your tails…or, rather, your pet’s tales. Hand-write your story and photograph your furry friend with it, then submit it to us. We’ll share those stories with the world. And together, hopefully, we can change that world. For ourselves, for others, and for our faithful companions.