I love cats. Not unusual for a writer to have one or more. I have three at the moment. Two older males and a young female. They are a delight. Good company. Sometimes annoying when they want attention.
I also have various cat collections. Dolls. Figurines. Toys. Stuffed animals. Tins. And anything else that has caught my attention.
I often wonder if I will become the crazy cat lady where all the strays wander in and come to live.
I even write about them. They star in my books and stories, interact with humans on occasion, or write themselves into the plot line and hey, what else can I do but let them?
Cats. Mysteries. Ancient gods. Tigers in small bodies.
I love them.
I also have various cat collections. Dolls. Figurines. Toys. Stuffed animals. Tins. And anything else that has caught my attention.
I often wonder if I will become the crazy cat lady where all the strays wander in and come to live.
I even write about them. They star in my books and stories, interact with humans on occasion, or write themselves into the plot line and hey, what else can I do but let them?
Cats. Mysteries. Ancient gods. Tigers in small bodies.
I love them.
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