It all started with Dickens. At eight years old, he's not my oldest cat, but he was our first literary cat. He was part of a litter born behind a small lawyer's bookcase in our bedroom in Florida. When the kittens were a little older, his mother moved them to the bookcase in Jim's den. He was my literary kitten, named after Charles Dickens.
Recently, Nikki has shown a great deal of interest in books. For some reason, she found Reeve Lindbergh's Forward From Here : Leaving Middle Age--and Other Unexpected Adventures to be attractive. She'll only be four in November, so it can't be the subject matter. She must like Reeve Lindbergh's writing as much as I do.
And, then last night, the little one thought he'd get into the act. I'm now taking part in Amazon's Vine Program, reviewing books. I was so excited when I received The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. As you can see, Josh was equally pleased. He's only one, but we're already turning him into a literary cat.
How about you? Any literary cats in your life?