Meow Meow

The editor drives to town
only one day a week,

but her car still serves
a purpose the other six days. 

Meow

Rumi's regular spot

Meow Meow

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.

Meow

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.

Meow Meow

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.

Meow

I look at the world around me
and realize I have so much to teach my kittens:
how to land on their feet
how to read a room before entering it
how to recognize the sound of a treat bag
from three kingdoms away
and
most importantly
how to keep their whiskers high 

when the world gets noisy and strange.
A clever cat learns from experience.
A wise cat learns from watching.
And a legendary cat? 
She teaches the next generation 
while looking fabulous in a sunbeam.
Naturally, I am available for lessons...
payment accepted in salmon:
wild-caught, of course. 
I have standards.

Meow Meow

Echo