I don’t write about my cats much. I’m not sure why. Post photos about them, sure. But I’ve made a habit of keeping their lives private although god knows they don’t care about the Internet and what the general public might think of them. I think at least some of it has to do with my growing disenchantment with social media, and how it constantly bays for the next Main Character. (I suspect some of that has to do with how we’re come to feel so helpless in the wake of the climate emergency, how we know the world is falling apart and there’s nothing we can do except maybe scream at this one person because it’s some form of control, isn’t it? Some way of making the way of correcting this freefall, this misery of apocalypses we’re facing. If we can make this one thing better, there might be hope for fixing the rest) Or it could just be that I enjoy having one thing kept from the panopticon of the public eye.
Little Duke Direcats
Went on the prowl
Got up in style
Set up a howl
Looked at a king
(O, what a stare!)
Sauntered on home
To comb out his hair
Hope the move goes well! Congrats on earning out, looking forward to the next book :)
Picked up Nothing But Blackened Teeth. One quarter in and I’m enchanted. I’m happy to join your Substack community. Congratulations on your success.
Congratulations on the book earning out! And on Tortie's self-actualization! :)
CASS!!! Your collection earned out!!!! AAAUGH! And soon you will be a LORD OF LONG ISLAND, like me!