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

Meow

Unbelievable!
The editor is off juggling writing about Iran, editing her own memoir, and completing outdoor projects…
Meanwhile, the most important literary work — my book — sits on her desk and waits.
Priorities remain deeply concerning. I will be supervising... and judging.

Meow Meow

Oh, so now the sky finally remembers how to behave? No more screaming, no more flashing drama — just my preferred ambiance. That took long enough. Anyway, I’ll be basking, judging, and thriving... as expected.

Meow

Excuse me. Who approved the sky to start yelling? I was in the middle of something important — writing, thinking, being elegant — and suddenly BOOM. How completely rude! The windows are trembling, the air smells weird, and my tail has puffed up to a size I did not authorize. If the thunder could kindly stop interrupting my creative process, that would be appreciated. Until then, I will be behind the books, working remotely.

Meow Meow

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.

Meow

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