A medieval cat with a sense of humor

I am sorry for having disappeared again, but I got a nasty surprise recently; I discovered that the copy editor for my new book had made some incorrect changes in dialogue without querying me about them first, as is customary. So I’ve been literally working around the clock to restore the original dialogue, which meant that real life came to a screeching halt. This week I was able to get the manuscript off to my editor, but now I have to go back to working upon my income tax records in preparation for seeing my CPA next week. Before I tackle that depressing task, I wanted to zip over to Facebook and Goodreads. It is so sad, but not surprising, that I have to yet again express my sorrow for a murderous attack upon innocent civilians, this time in New Zealand. There truly are monsters who walk among us and often there is no way to tell—not until it is too late. I know all our hearts go out to the victims of the two mosque shootings and to the people of New Zealand, who are experiencing a horror that has become all too familiar.

I went looking in my archived posts for something to cheer us up, and came upon an amusing
story of a mischievous medieval cat and a monk who was probably not happy with his cat’s contribution to his work. For all of us who love cats, we will nod and smile as we read this. There is a constant in our world, after all—our feline friends have not changed at all down through the centuries. Here is a photo of the evidence and an interesting article about cats, mice, and medievals. http://medievalfragments.wordpress.co...