It has been a while since I posted anything, because I have been attending to
matters associated with the publication of my first novel, THE HIDDEN CITY, an
adventure, mystery, suspense work of fiction. Faraway places are featured from
which the heroes have to find their way out of assaults on their lives and from
an arch villain who uses his computer empire like "big brother". If this is your
genre, it is now available on Amazon, Kindle, Nook, Notebook, etc. It can be
special ordered from Barnes & Noble as well. I acknowledge my own fault any
mistakes I did not correct. I truly put my mind to it.
But this is to be about Tom, who on the whole, has been a well-behaved, affectionate cat. He spends his mornings and evenings checking up on the local
wildlife, following their flittings and leapings from window to window -- inside
the house. Between times, he sleeps or follows my movements in the house.
He actually waits for me to make my ablutions and dress in the mornings and then
when I move toward the kitchen, and utility where his food dish is. I keep on
telling him he doesn't need me to escort him to his food, but he then proceeds to
take another go at his morning meal. Then another nap. They are so cute when they are asleep. Note that look of contentment when they are successful in getting on your bed and you want them off. Well, not all of you. If yours is an
outdoor cat, he,she may carry in dust or, if heavy, leave tracks on your smooth
bedspread. Tom is very heavy on his feet, and his paws leave prints on the wood
furniture.
Next time I'll tell you about my first "Tom". Cats lived very differently then.
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