It's practically in the author handbook that if you're a writer and female, you're also a cat person. Maybe even a crazy cat person. I used to be a crazy cat lady, but once you reach a certain number of indoor cats, some or all of them will have pissing contests with each other in your house.
And man, cat pee reeks. Does it ever.
So, we're down to five cats in the Victorian house and that seems to be the right number for our square footage because the piss-offs have stopped. Order has been restored and all the felines are happy again. Because Lord help you if your cat isn't content. It'll make your life a living hell.
Pictured above are my two love birds, er, love cats, Zoe and Spencer. Zoe came from the animal shelter and Spencer was born to a stray cat in my neighbor's yard. They luv each other...can you tell?
Now, what would a cute cat story be without a Casa Sullivan oddity? Check out the photo gallery below. Before we acquired the Charles Wysocki painting of the orange and gray tabby sleeping together, none of our cats cuddled. Once we hung it over our bed--BOOM!--we had 3 pairs of cuddling cats: Cosmo & Cleo, Zoe & Spencer, and Buddy & Ernie. I had to stop buying cat art because it seemed like as soon as I bought a piece, a corresponding cat would show up wanting a home.
This mystical happening inspired my short story, "Finding the Way Home," in my short story collection Fried Zombie Dee-light! Ghoulish, Ghostly Tales (available in eBook from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.com.)
Fix yourself a nice martini, kick back, and enjoy the story. Or cuddle with your cats. Or both. And don't forget the olives.