Where Fictional Cats Come From
Mitzi leaped onto my desk when I least expected it. She head butted me and laid on her back under my desk, her paws curled, the pose that made me pause and say ‘aw’. Mitzi wasn’t the only cat in my life. I have another who is rather surly. I doubt Mitzi would have liked him. His name is Bartholomew. He lives in my novella…