Dear Internet

All right, so I work at home and don’t interact with people much. Which leads me to talking to the (suddenly six) cats around Nogglestead sometimes, which in this case is a euphemism for “all day long.”

And just moments ago, I accused one of the felines of being a part of the Cat-a-mine Conspiracy.

The cat did not get it. Most people won’t. But this is the Internet, and somebody might.

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