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Today my kittens are one year old, which means, technically speaking, they are no longer kittens, though I reserve the right to keep calling them my kittens anytime I want.

They arrived tiny and clueless, but under my excellent supervision they have grown into proper young cats. Under my expert supervision, however, they have grown into strong, clever, respectable young cats. 

I must reluctantly acknowledge the editor. She has been… somewhat useful. While I handled the important duties, the editor performed the more mundane tasks. In fairness, she did an acceptable job. Not perfect, of course, but acceptable... as she should. Still, the credit remains primarily mine. 

So today we celebrate: twelve months of growth, mischief, and magnificent feline development. There will be extra food, extra lounging, and perhaps a ceremonial knocking of something off the table: a proper celebration.

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It's Women's Day... so today I may acknowledge my maid / editor's existence by allowing her to hold me for eighteen seconds. 🐾

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If you’ve been waiting for my next book, the wait is almost over. In two weeks, my new book will be released. I would describe it as a masterpiece, but modesty prevents me from saying so too loudly.

If you haven’t been waiting, well... you probably should have been.

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I, Iran in fur

Mouse breath quick beneath my paw

Hunt ends how it must

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 Hazel