Old pawprints make the best maps for new adventures.
I have lived enough lives to know that ignoring the past is a very foolish thing to do. A wise cat remembers which paths led to sunshine, which ones led to rain, and which ones led straight into a puddle. History leaves pawprints for a reason—not to trap us in yesterday, but to help us choose our next adventure with a little more wisdom and a little less unnecessary tail-chasing.
Happy Fourth of July!
Humans celebrate independence once a year.
Cats celebrate it every day by refusing to come when called, knocking things off shelves without apology, and acting offended when their staff expects gratitude.
Freedom looks fabulous on us.
As a cat of remarkable intelligence and undeniable beauty, I enjoy studying feline history.
One of my favorite cat legends begins in Iran more than four hundred years ago. Historical records show that an Italian traveler named Pietro della Valle helped bring Persian cats to Europe in the 1600s. The rest of the story grows a bit fuzzy. Over the centuries, tales emerged that painted him as a daring cat smuggler who could not resist taking a few magnificent felines home with him.
Whether every detail of those stories deserves belief remains open to debate. What nobody disputes, however, is that Persian cats trace their ancestry to the Iranian plateau.
The greatest surprise arrived centuries later. The Persian cats that first reached Europe did not have the extremely flat faces many people associate with the breed today. They looked far more natural, with longer noses and a different appearance. Through selective breeding, humans gradually transformed the breed into the modern Persian.
As for me, I find the whole affair rather suspicious.
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.
