Hello. My name is Princess Pinky. My human mom is Robin Lee Hatcher, and she is up to her eyeballs in (1) trying to finish another book (Beloved) and (2) proofing typeset galleys for the one that will release in November (Betrayal). So I volunteered to step in on her blog today.
Usually it’s “that dog” who gets to do all the guest blogging in this family. Not only that, Poppet trash talks me a lot on her Facebook page. I don’t think that’s right. Do you? And look what Poppet put as the header on her FB page (see below)!
Okay, a few facts about me. I came to live with Robin as part of her recovery after surgery. As for my name, the only other pink on my body besides the tag on my collar are the pads of my paws. Otherwise, I’ve got a beautiful black-and-white tuxedo thing going on.
I am 19 months old, and I tip the scales somewhere around 13 pounds. I’m an indoor cat by Robin’s choice. Me, I try to sneak out every chance I get, but that isn’t often because the humans are on to me.
Interesting tidbit. I’m passionate about yarn, but for some silly reason, Robin doesn’t like me to get into her knitting. I mean, I think that yarn looked pretty draped from one end of the living room to another and back again. Like a really colorful spiderweb or something. She should’ve taken a photo instead of putting her knitting into that plastic box with a lid that locks.
Now, I’m sure you’re anxious to learn my opinion of Poppet. Mostly, she’s a nuisance, although when she gets into one of those hunter-killer modes, she can be a little scary. At those times, I hightail it for under the bed. Personally, I think she could use some medication so she’d settle down. At the least she should understand that my name may include the word Princess, but this cat is the Queen of the household. I am She who must be obeyed.
Well, the truth is that we get along okay most of the time. Sometimes we both sleep on the bed with the folks, but mostly I spend my nights on the sofa or on the top shelf of my castle (usually called a cat tree, but you understand why it isn’t called that in our home). Now and then Poppet and I play together. I would love it if she would participate in those play times more like a cat than like a dog. The dog stuff can be annoying.
One last thing before I go take one of my many daily naps. I’d like you to know that Robin fequently includes cats in her books. Maybe 60/40 dogs/cats. I’m working on that ratio, but the truth is, cats don’t herd sheep or cattle and they don’t raise much of an alarm when coyotes are in the chicken coop. So I guess I’ll forgive her.
Her royal highness