As many of you know, we lost Joe the Giant Cat about a year ago. He was my special buddy, sleeping on my head, occupying any available lap, and most importantly, supervising my writing and publishing activities. Did you not know, every book requires at least 497 cat hairs to be complete?
It’s taken quite a while for our family to be ready for a new fur pal, but we’ve adopted a kitty. I thought his name was going to be Toby, but MU and Youngerson observed this fuzzy dynamo and dubbed him Dex.
Short for Dexedrine. This cat runs at about 0.7 Miniature Dachsund Units. I’ve never encountered a cat in the laundry cupboard before. Life with Dexie is like living with a raccoon.
However, he has assumed publication duties. Joe left some mighty big pawprints to fill, but Dexie is stepping up to the pump.
Here he is, supervising the preparation of D.H. Starr’s Wrestling With Passion, which, thanks to Dexie’s assistance, is now ready to read.
And good fellow that Dex is, he’s gotten my butt in gear too. Crises of confidence are best treated with nose boops and purring, according to Publishing Cat II.
So–drumroll please–Concierge Service will be coming out ASAP! Craig and Joshua owe more than they know to my feline taskmaster.
If only he’d help me write the blurb…