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Kitties, Catties, and Pussy Galore
My cat story is driving people wild.
Writers and Me
I’ve written about fifty-six stories on this site, some of them doing well enough. I’m not at the summit yet, that’s okay.
We all know a few members of the mile-high club, the ones you can’t scroll past. Not the obvious ones with a kajillion views.
I mean the hard workers with imaginations. The wordsmiths and courageous ones who stay up late. They get up early to check their earnings and jot ideas here and there.
Here are a few writers I enjoy.
Kristine Laco, hilarious and heartfelt. KiKi Walter, gifted and painterly. Rachel Thompson, because she is brilliant. Roxane Gay, because she’s a genius and smarter than hell. All amazing.
Dr John Frederick Rose because he’s a poet and a cook, and dwells in song lines and sparse verse. MW Mercer because he’s a performance artist and writer. And fellow English major!
Ruby Lee, who has a personable and friendly writing voice.
All the cool people who think and write and respond.
Good Times, Bad Times, You Know I’ve Had My Share (a nod to Led Zeppelin)
As for me, a few of my stories tower modestly above the rest. If you follow me, you remember my story about getting fired for running a prostitution ring (which I didn’t, come on now!).
Then there was my tale of driving the getaway car for a hopped-up little meth-head who robbed convenience stores while I waited patiently in the parking lot, right out front. Yep, it happened. Write about it? You damn betcha!
Cat Story Extraordinaire!
My most viewed story, however, is no great shakes. It’s about my three cats, and entitled “A Tale of Three Kitties.”
Cue the groans! Even the title’s goofy. It’s simple writing — simpering, cat-focused stuff. Purr. Pet. Meow. Nothing sexy, romantic, or insightful!
Listen, reader community, nearly 4K people have viewed this story! What the fluff?
You famous writers and glitterati publishers are smirking, “So what! I could…
