I’d like to introduce you all to Editor Barney … and his charming assistant, Mz Jezebel. I don’t know what it is about cats and writing, but they seem to go together like chocolate and peanut butter.
Barney (or Barnabas, to use his full name) and Jezebel came into my life at the same time. A couple of years ago I was getting ready to fly over to Los Angeles for the Romantic Times Booklovers’ Convention and had business at my vet’s practice before I went. Lo, there I found Mz Jezebel, an abandoned kitten in need of a home. I had a cat at that time, the spectacular Harley (rescued from Chatswood High School when I was teaching Creative Writing at the Adult Evening College there) – but Harley was extremely elderly by then and experience has taught me that the grief of losing a beloved pet is eased if their passing doesn’t leave an absolute absence in their wake. Continue reading