My human said, "But, Clyde, I have something important to share, so I need the blog day."
I said, "I can tell them. Let ME tell them. Please? Please? Please?"
She finally sighed and said, "I can't resist your puppy-dog eyes. All right. Go ahead."
So I ignored the "puppy-dog" comment and got to work.
Last week my human told you we're... *gulp* ... moving. That's a big change. But once she gets settled in her new office at the new house, guess what? She'll be writing new stories, too. Nine of them. Uh-huh, she signed something called a "contract" for nine books with a place called Waterbrook Multnomah.
Six of the stories will be historical. (That means the setting is a long time ago.) Three of the stories will be contemporary. (That means current day.) (I've learned quite a bit just hanging around my human's office and listening in.)
All those stories means she's going to be sitting in her desk chair A LOT. And she's going to need someone to hold her in place. I know the perfect person ... er, cat for the job. After all, she calls me her "writing mews," and that's an important position. I take it seriously. (Can't you tell how alert and serious I am in this picture?)
So...now we just need her new desk (is that thing EVER going to get here???) and she and I will get to work on the first of her new stories. I happen to know this first one is historical, and it includes a poor farm, and so far no cat has made an appearance. But I'm pretty sure I'll be able to talk her into writing a kitty into the story. All it takes is puppy-dog eyes and a sweetly meowed, "Please? Please? Please?" (She's such a marshmallow... Heh heh heh.)
So, until the next time my human lets me blog for her, take care and--as my human would say--God bless you mousely...er, muchly.
Clyde Whiskers Sawyer
C'mon--type, Kim, type!
P.S. -- I have a Facebook Page if you'd like to be my friend. (Hint, hint...)