New picture book by Melanie Kae Edgmand

 

Published by Idea Creations Press

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I have loved animals and books since a very young age. While I had friends that I would often play with, reading and taking care of my cats is what most shaped my life.  If I could not be found with kitties, my parents would find me on a bed with one leg hanging over the other reading a book. And I would regularly take my favorite books to my parents or grandma to read with.

As I grew older, I began to write to help me understand the world around me. This became especially important when I was diagnosed with a learning disability at 12 and Bi-polar at 19.  To this day I love books; I love reading, and I love cats.  I try to look at the world as a cat does: no race, no gender, no affiliations. Just people with feelings and trials that can become friends.                                                                                                                                                                                                                      -Melanie

FRIDAY FLICKS: A Cat Like That by Wendy Wahman

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A Cat and My Normal Writing Routine

We are in the process of purchasing a new cat.

We haven't had a cat for awhile, because we were renting, and you know how landlords (many of them) don't allow pets.


Photo by: Mya Jamila, courtesy of Flickr

Now we're in our own home.

We promised our granddaughter that once the floors were done we'd get a cat, the main idea being getting any new pet takes some work and we didn't want to be knee deep in flooring when the cat arrived.

This morning she asked me, "So grandma, are the floors done yet?" She walked around pointing to the spots that weren't. She already knew the answer.

She told me she wanted a striped cat. My grandson added, "One like Garfield."

It seemed a good choice.

I started to think about all of the things we needed: a water dish, a food dish, a leash, cat toys, a kitty litter box, litter...

My husband said, "Remember, the cat will be a downstairs cat."

I envisioned a stop sign at the top of the stairs.

Photo by: Arlette, courtesy of Flickr

 



"I don't think he'll stay there," I said. "He'll have to be trained."

He smiled and we decided on a week from this Saturday. It seemed a good time, one in which we'd all be home to take care of the new kitty.

I thought about all of the time I spent writing, and hoped an addition to the family wouldn't cause too much initial grief. I wondered what the new striped cat would think about our home, about our work, about our cooking habits.

Would he be satisfied with his food? His sleeping quarters (downstairs)? The noise of the children?

I imagined a well-adjusted cat, one that slept a lot and didn't go for marking his territory or using the new blinds as a scratching post. A short-haired cat would be best, one that didn't leave cat hair everywhere I didn't want it.

I realized, that even if the cat was better adjusted than I was, I'd need to make an adjustment on my writing; if only to remind him that the potty was in the basement.