I do remember the tour of 'Cats' in Philadelphia. I was 12 and had a stomach bug.
Cats and I have an understanding, but we choose not to interact often.
I talk about any number of things on my Facebook space. Politics. Current events. The writing life. The latest tempests in a teapot centering on fandom. Daily doings from my own life. My cats, for crying out loud. Flights of humorous fantasy. Books, both those I've read and those I've written. Movies. And occasionally, TV shows.
We're all just cats trying to be original, which is what I think being a B-boy is about.
It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert, gentle, and discriminating friends, who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.
I'm curious. Period. I find everything interesting. Real life. Fake life. Objects. Flowers. Cats. But mostly people. If you keep your eyes open and your mind open, everything can be interesting.
Everyone has material about cats, and everyone has material about family and what they think about their government or childhood.
My dad, Donald, was a vet and had a practice in Yorkshire. Cats and dogs were his bread and butter, but his greatest love was large animals.
Five cats and a woman. That is all I need in life.
Cats are evil, and they hate me.
