Ogden Nash, and a mish-mash from there.....

Ogden Nash aptly rhymed, "The cow is of the bovine ilk, one end is moo, the other milk."
What if the cat, and not a cow, had been his inspurration? Do you suppose he might have penned: "The cat is of the feline genus, both ends stink, the mouth and anus."
Ah, to be bookended by smells...the life of a cat.
To be bookended by books, the life of a writer.
I love the smell of books, the feel of the pages as I turn them, the thump after I have finished reading one.
I recently read a post on Facebook which went, "Ordinary people have TVs, extraordinary people have books."
I'm not sure I agree with the statement. I have shelves of books and yet I am ordinary.
What makes me odd-inary is that I love to see my cat among those books, to read said books with my cat curled up beside me, stinks and all.
It reminds me that nothing is perfect. Not a cat, and not a book. A piece of writing can always be improved upon. Yes, even Shakespeare can be made better. Another famous poet, TS Eliot, turned to Pound to improve his poem "The Wasteland."
I am still in the process of improving my novel. Let me tell you, it does not happen overnight. And let me warn you that the end result will not be perfect.
But I hope that whoever reads it, when it is finally published, will find enjoyment in the space between the faults, in the same way that I revel in the furs between the smells.