Tag Archives: Cats

the deepest secret…

Forgive me for yet another lengthy silence: Tipareth was put to sleep in my arms on Friday. Which might explain the groaning empty sadness I felt permeate most of last week. Losing Morpheus was devastating but with both now gone, … Continue reading

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as sleek as two black cats and a martini…

Any writer worth his syllables needs a muse, familiar or loyal companion. So where there is ink and a couple of quills, you’re as likely to find a cat and a bottle of whiskey. And, as the old English saying … Continue reading

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