Dear Readers,
You have exactly one week to prepare yourselves for the arrival of my newest book. I recommend clearing some space beside your other treasures. I've spent months supervising and allowing my human to assist. The results are magnificent.
You're welcome.
Pishi Pooch
I’m giving the world the most refreshing gift imaginable. It's crisp, refreshing, delicious, and irresistible — and it will be published in just three weeks. Consider it a summer present. You're welcome.
I informed the editor that growing kittens require emergency snack provisions between meals. Apparently, tiny cats become dramatic if supper is two seconds late. So she returned from the store with dry food recommended by my distant relative, Morris the Cat—a respectable orange gentleman with considerable experience in culinary negotiations. The kittens approved... loudly... repeatedly... endlessly.
I teach my kittens that good food is more than a full belly. It’s strong paws, bright eyes, glossy fur, clear thinking, and the energy to chase your dreams — or at least the red dot. A wise cat nourishes herself properly. It keeps life simpler… and visits to unpleasant humans in white coats pleasantly rare.
