What more can I say about this?

What more can I say about this?

Here is a post from December 2016. Sorry it’s late. We are on vacation in Nova Scotia. We are staying in beautiful Mahone Bay.
Frankie cornered a squirrel on a telephone pole yesterday. It hung upside down out of reach, so Frankie decided to keep it from coming down. He even marked the pole with his scent, so the squirrel knew whose pole that was.

Here is a fun little post from December 2016.
I am in the final editing stage of Last Breath, which is the sixth book in the Last Healer Mysteries series. I decided to add a minor subplot to the story that involves a cat.
In the story, they are expecting a second child and learn of the death of a woman who had stolen Katie’s identity. They also find the woman had a cat. They couldn’t leave the cat behind, so they adopt him. Joe expects the cat to be a pleasant addition to the family but soon learns the cat is very needy, especially at 5 a.m. Sound familiar?

While I am editing that book, I started my next book. It is one I hope many of you will be interested in: a retelling of Chris’s story from Chris’s perspective that I am tentatively calling For the Love of Chris.
Here are the first few paragraphs of the book. Keep in mind it is a first draft.
Telling my life story was not something I had ever thought about. In fact, I was incapable of doing so until recently, but then something life-changing happened. I died.
Some say Heaven is only for humans, but I can say for certain that Heaven is also for cats. Perhaps our heaven is different from the heaven that humans experience. I don’t know. I can only say that for myself, there was a profound sense of enlightenment after I died. Everything that I didn’t understand as a cat suddenly became clear.
Often, when humans describe a near-death experience, they talk about going into the light. I have come to realize that “the light” actually refers to enlightenment. It is a time when one learns the meaning of life.
I’ll tell you a little secret: the meaning of life is not important. What is important is that which gives life meaning. When I was alive, I knew the thing that gave life meaning. I knew it deep in my soul. Unlike other cats I knew, I embraced it and lived my life in a way that was meaningful to me and to those around me.
The story starts with Chris as a feral kitten with his mom and siblings. This part of the story is pure speculation, so I emailed Terry from Brian’s Home for advice. He had experience with TNR and described in detail what happens to feral kittens that are young enough to be domesticated. I am grateful for his help.
I am still very early in the story so it will be a while before I have anything new to report about that, but I do hope to have Last Breath published relatively soon.
I don’t know what Floki and Frankie are looking at but it must be quite interesting. Maybe it’s the neighbor’s cat.

Here is another post from December 2016 featuring Floki, Frankie, and Puck.
This squirrel bravely came onto the sidewalk after Frankie walked outside to start his walk. Frankie looked at him momentarily, then turned and walked away from the squirrel.

It seemed unusual, since Frankie used to love chasing squirrels, but perhaps he is so used to seeing them outside the screen that he doesn’t find them interesting anymore.
This post is from December 2016. Going on vacation is always stressful because our cats are so far away from us. That’s why it is nice when the cat sitter sends us photos.
I didn’t have any good new photos this week so I Activated the wayback machine and found this photo of Abbey, Chris and Tigger taken on April 28, 2010.

Back then, Abbey and Tigger would often lie together, and Chris would insert himself between them like a child getting in bed with his parents.