St. Patrick may get all the credit, but today is also St. Gertrude’s Day, the patron saint of cats!
And, interestingly, of mental illness. St. Gertrude, the holy crazy cat lady!
As for me, I’m a cat person. I like other critters, too, but cats are my favorite. I love cats. I love every kind of cat. I want to hug all the cats. Etc.
I’ve been joking for years that I’m in training to become a crazy cat lady, a joke that suddenly isn’t such a joke any more as I face a divorce and move and general whole-life overhaul and upheaval.
Finding a new place that will accept me and my houseful, being able to keep them in kibble and warms and ‘nip, is my biggest current concern as I venture out into this new start. I’ve even launched an only-semi-joking fundraiser for the occasion. And a new blog to go with it.
So, maybe it’s time to start lighting some candles for St. Gertrude, huh?
Cats also feature in much of my writing — Larrah the Blind, in “Urgent Care,” has Grimalkin … a cat sings soprano for the upcoming “Arkham Town Musicians” … Theresa Zane in the Trinity Bay books had a cat named Jack long before I did … in my Silver Doorway series for younger readers, there’s Aunt Ellie’s magical familiar, Chester the talking cat … and more.
Cats are also the focus in “Ninesight,” my newest story just published in this fine anthology:
Here’s an excerpt:
Why did the kitties do their staring-at-nothing thing?
Then sometimes get all weird and go racing-chasing around?
Aunt Vera, when asked, had only shrugged and said it was because they were cats and all cats were a little bit crazypants. Mel figured she was probably right, but, it was more fun to treat it like a real mystery.
Cats could see super-good, way better than people, especially in the dark. Maybe nine whole times better; ninesight to go with nine-lives. What if they could see more, not just better? What if they really could see things that the rest of them didn’t even know were there?