Allegorical Cats, Metaphorical Cats, Statistical Cats and Mystical Cats
Graceling readers: notice anything peculiar about this cat?
(Or should I say, this cat-sa?)
(with thanks to my pal Rebecca, the clever one who informed me that there are white cat-sas that have Katsa's eyes. ^_^)
I want a cat, but I do everything at my own pace, and this is a thing I need to prepare for slowly. It's a big responsibility for a person who only likes to be responsible for herself. I mean, I don't even have a plant. I'm ready for a cat, though, it's time for a cat, so these days I have felix catus on the brain. I'm remembering the best cat I ever knew, this deep gray, green-eyed little lady called Jane. Jane and I grew up together. She was the kind of cat who knew when you were crying under your covers and scratched on your bedroom door so she could come in and keep you company in your despair. She did a lot of loving things, but not the disturbingly loving things our other cats did, i.e. kill mice and leave a pile of perfectly dissected intern…
(Or should I say, this cat-sa?)
(with thanks to my pal Rebecca, the clever one who informed me that there are white cat-sas that have Katsa's eyes. ^_^)
I want a cat, but I do everything at my own pace, and this is a thing I need to prepare for slowly. It's a big responsibility for a person who only likes to be responsible for herself. I mean, I don't even have a plant. I'm ready for a cat, though, it's time for a cat, so these days I have felix catus on the brain. I'm remembering the best cat I ever knew, this deep gray, green-eyed little lady called Jane. Jane and I grew up together. She was the kind of cat who knew when you were crying under your covers and scratched on your bedroom door so she could come in and keep you company in your despair. She did a lot of loving things, but not the disturbingly loving things our other cats did, i.e. kill mice and leave a pile of perfectly dissected intern…