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Hazel plays with the editor's blood pressure like a yoyo. He sits in the middle of the road and meows to get her attention. Then he enjoys watching the yoyo.

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I'm preparing a delicious book, which I plan to publish on June 15. 🐾

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I haven't seen Pasha since yesterday. I don't want to be a mother who controls her adult son, but I wish he would check in regularly. On the other hand, watching the editor look out the window and open the door to shout his name a million times a day gives me great pleasure. I can tell she's getting nervous. He is, after all, her "big baby" and her "black panther"... 🐾

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My sons take after me. Pasha and Rumi enjoy spending their days on the roof. I remember when I used to be up there every day. Now I prefer naps. 

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When the editor takes the dogs out for a walk, my mini majesties follow them like it's their job... because it is. They need to make sure the editor and the dogs don't do anything they're not supposed to do.

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My son Hazel was recently ambushed by a most uncivilized creature. Naturally, he survived:  He is my son, after all. The editor has been fussing over him nonstop, which I suppose is acceptable… though he was already quite magnificently spoiled. 

As you can see, he is healing beautifully. In fact, today he demanded a walk. He is brave and dramatic. Clearly, he takes after me.

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This fabulous feline is now working on her masterpiece number eight.