Tales from the kitty

I love cats. When my mother was pregnant with me, our tabby cat, Ponsford, would sleep on her belly, its purring apparently in sync with my heart beat. I don’t care if the story is complete fabrication. It is MY creation story and who are we without our stories?

Despite the pro-dog/anti-cat rhetoric, cats do have personality, they are sensitive and can be highly attuned to their caretakers. Note that I said caretakers, not owners. This page plays homage to the cats that have blessed my life. This short story collection is a work in progress, so in the meantime, let me tantalise you with the cats about whom I will be writing.

And yes, if it sounds like I am talking about the landed gentry, well…they are cats.

Prince Tiger of the Ginger Oracle