I was going out for a walk the other day and noticed Kitty O sitting right in front of my neighbor's house. He had found the one spot of sun and was etched, very gracefully, against the yellow wall, which showed off his grey furs to perfection. My neighbor's house had never looked this good, or so I thought.
And that is when it occurred to me that a cat is just like a book, for both dress up a house. Whenever I go to someone's house, I find myself seeking out a bookcase. It isn't so much what type of books they have; the fact that they have books at all tells me we are kindred spirits.
So too a cat. Whoever has a cat lets me know that we share a love of furry creatures, a good starting point for both a conversation and a relationship.
I'm not sure Kitty O will like being compared to a book. I can't ask him, and neither can I ask a book....(would this make it another way they are alike?)
I always try and sneak a cat into a book that I am writing. My next novel in the Commissioner Oscar D'Costa series, "While the Children Slept," has missing children, confusion as to why they are missing, a setting of beach and forest in the east of India, intrepid D'Costa ...and a cat, of course.
Published on April 12, 2016 09:15