I’ve just given my agent a collection of cat poems for a possible picture book. Because of the new framework of the revised collection, this poem was cut. Thought I might as well put it somewhere, so here it is:
This poem was inspired by our tabby who emitted a scream worthy of a sample in the most terrifying film ever. (I don’t know what that would be as I don’t watch scary movies. Insert your own choice here.) Who would have thought such a sweet face could produce such an unholy sound?
It won’t be long until I can share the finalized cover of Serendipity and Me. I still haven’t seen it myself–only previews. The glimpse of the girl has changed from being brunette to being blonde in order to match the protagonist’s hair color. The kitten’s eyes are now green and blue to match Serendipity’s eyes. The kitten itself doesn’t look exactly like the cat that inspired me to have a white Serendipity, but it is so cute that it hardly matters.
And now I’d like to introduce you to that first white kitty. Her name was Jasmine. We thought she was half-grown when we first got her from a rescuer (she’d been surviving in a field), but she never got bigger.
Our two boys look huge compared to Jasmine.
We think now she was probably in her twenties when she finally died a couple of years ago. Jasmine was a sweetie-pie. She loved to be held like a baby. She was a floppy cat, very relaxed in our arms. Jasmine wanted to please everyone. Sometimes we called Jasmine “Foghorn Leghorn” because she had a loud raucous meow. It was out of character to her otherwise demure behavior. As she got older, her appearance was not as fluffy or clean–aging is tough on us all. But she remained sweet. I hope the book will be a fitting tribute to her.
Jasmine in her dotage