Dear Two-Legged One,
I have taken over your blog. Don’t be surprised. I always sit in the chair you have just vacated.
Besides, you don’t blog very often. I've eaten 63 cans of cat food and many mice since your last entry. However that isn't the main reason I'm taking time from my grooming and napping to walk across your lap top.
I know you are writing a new novel. I want to make sure that this time you feature a cat.
Your first book Nature Girl centered around a small white dog with questionable hunting skills. Believe me, if I had been in the woods with Megan, I would never have been hungry.
A cat made a brief appearance in your second book, The Girl Behind The Glass, but you portrayed it in a most unflattering way. What’s worse, you allowed your characters to name it Mr. Muffin. How could you do that to one of the most aristocratic beings in the animal kingdom?
Why won’t you write about cats? I would be an excellent subject. You've had ample opportunity to observe my leaping, my battles with pens, and my preoccupation with paperclips.
Maybe now that you know I can also write, you will change your heroine to . . .
P.S. Are we out of tuna fish? The last can you opened contained tomato sauce.
