What an absolute delight to read on an otherwise less-than-delightful day (in the world, I mean). Your work is much appreciated, and inspires and touches so many of us who have long loved letters, and always will.
Henri, my 16-year old chat noir, happily curled up in his basket on my desk, with one eye open lest I head to the kitchen without him to pull the Costco chicken out of the fridge without his supervision, must be a soul mate of Taki's. I hope they meet up someday in Kitty Heaven. More writers should just give up on their regular stuff and focus on their felines.
What an absolute delight to read on an otherwise less-than-delightful day (in the world, I mean). Your work is much appreciated, and inspires and touches so many of us who have long loved letters, and always will.
"...I have a suspicion that she is keeping a diary...".
Perfection!
As I was reading, I was thinking that once you get someone going on the subject of their pets...
Not even a 57 year old man can resist the spell of the love for and of a good cat.
"Could it be that--no, it must be me. Say it’s me. I’m scared."
"Who the hell wants a gopher anyway?"
Absolutely charming.
Wonderful!
Henri, my 16-year old chat noir, happily curled up in his basket on my desk, with one eye open lest I head to the kitchen without him to pull the Costco chicken out of the fridge without his supervision, must be a soul mate of Taki's. I hope they meet up someday in Kitty Heaven. More writers should just give up on their regular stuff and focus on their felines.
What a priceless riff. His "chat noir" was wise in his old age.
Taki was female, unless you're referring to Chandler's old age? :)
(And yes, either way, she was very wise. :D)
Cats are funny that way. After all, who is in control?
A great read!