Count me as one of the clan. Our cat is a black-and-white short-haired mess of sweet trouble. We call her "Frannie" after my Private Eye Frank Johnson series character. Goofy stuff, for sure.
Can you believe some folks don't like cats? My Cousin Ben despises them. Ben is superstitious of the black ones. He and I don't get along so well, but that's a different blog topic.
Frannie is pretty good company except when she coughs up a hairball. Or she's cornered another stink bug or mouse. I've designated her my writer's Muse. Some days, like the Muse, she can turn a little cranky.
I wondered as cat lovers if we're in good company. So I googled famous cat lovers: Edgar Allan Poe, Papa Hemingway (he owned 30!), Lord Byron, Raymond Chandler (that's cool), and Vanna White (Wheel of Fortune). Not a shabby roster there.
We had to put down two cats we'd had for 20(!) and 14 years, respectively. Man, that was hard to do. I'd gotten quite attached to them. After going catless for a year, I was ready to adopt a new one. The young couple had a new baby and were fearful Frannie would eat it. Jeez. Do cats actually do that sort of thing?
Sometmes Frannie pokes in and interrupts me. That's a good thing. Too much time spent holed up in a cave does warped shifts to your perspective if not sanity. But she just knows when it's time for me to take five, come up for air, and rejoin humanity.
And that's why I'm a cat lover.
Ed Lynskey
@edlynskey
Author of
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Purrs to you,
Kim