“ As a guy of a certain age, I loathe these tales of grungy caterpillars who transmogrify themselves and in the process slough off their 300lbs dead weight partner along with the old self. Ah, but I only loathe the wasted years these poor women spend under the weight of their own self-doubt and lack of self-esteem. Lermond captures the Simian ex partner's denouement deliciously and very publicly as our heroine, Flora, blooms, and leaves her farting, belching, beer slugging worse-half to ponder his fate...who'll cook? clean? shop? Who'll worship me now? We need the follow-up! His bacchanalian after life. ”

“ LOL!! A veritable lexicon cornucopia of splendiferous adjectives wrapped up in a wee feline tale (sic) Short and very, very sweetly told story of the conversion from rampaging wee soldier, to a Purrfect wee companion. ”

“ This is Vivian Lermond at her very best. She leaves the characters to tell us who they are, no heavy-handed stage directions or character descriptions, her participants show us who they are through Lermond's skillful dialogue. Her play takes us to the heart of smallsville America and the interests of folks who work and run their business there. These are people we'd love as neighbours, and then she turns an absorbing story into a joyous tale of unexpected discovery...Sweet, warm and I'd love to see it on stage. ”

“ “So fair and foul a play I have not seen.” My apologies to the Bard for my alteration to his lines, but this wee piece is glorious! Finally, after so many years and countless thespians no doubt wondering why the curse. So cleverly constructed and a neat way to prove the curse has teeth! ”