Franklin, master of Resting Grouch Face, is not about to purr. In fact he’s about to pitch a hissy.
Franklin: Phsssssst. I thought all-cat meant me only, not those others. I’m all-cat.
Me: It just means no landscapes, no water scapes.
Boss, our most agreeable cat, is purring!
Purrrrrr, says the not-so-wild Lynx.
Feisty Spooky: Phssssst!
Sunny Stripey’s always rollin’ and purrin’.
Moonpie is a complicated creature. She might purr, or she might hiss. You never know.
Our friend’s Sweet Shelley: Just purrrrrr y’all!
Franklin: Phsssst. That’s not me on the cover. (It’s our late Minx.)
Me: Um, but you’ll be in the next book, along with every cat here. (Several people tell me they read it over and over, so get one! It may not arrive before Christmas Day now, but there are 12 days of Christmas. Great for winter reading, too.)
Cats: Purrs all around.
We, Boss, Lynx, Stripey, Moonpie, and Shelley, are purring. We wish you a Merry Christmas!
Franklin, Spooky, and our ferals (who are staying hidden), say, We hiss you a Merry Christmas!
We wish everyone Happy Holidays!