Hi, Tom here..
Am I the luckiest cat? You bet!
Here's why:
I have a whole series of books devoted to me and my big mouth. Everything I say
and do is sacred. Even my ego has been sanctified.
I started out on the streets, wound up at a parish rectory and they made
me a priest. I heard another cat wound up at a convent and they turned her into
a nun..but that's another story.
I know some pretty special people - Father Will. Okay here's my take. Great eye candy, likes things just so. If he were at the pearly gates right now, he'd be polishing them.
Father Jack. Great old guy. White mustache, looks like St. Peter or a philosopher.
I don't think he'd mind posing a toast to the Man upstairs with the apostles gathered
'round.
Mary Lou - Housekeeper who would purr if she could. Her cracks are almost as
good as mine.
Patsy Gubbers - Poor soul. Talks both to her dead husband and dead cat. Vinny,
now there was a cat who could catch mice and never say he's sorry.
That's just the beginning, folks. Oh, there's Anastasia, too. Tiny whisp of a thing.
I'm positive she has fairy wings. After all, she has pink hair and the longest
fingernails *sigh*
FEATHER, my first book, just received an incredible review and that's another
reason I'm lucky. Here it is: http://www.mochasmysteriesmeows.com
Have to run. Someone's scratching at the back door..
