Kittens, Kittens, Kittens!

Earlier I blogged about my pup, Anubis. It's only fair that I give my kitties their fair coverage. My youngest cat, Jamu, is a black and brown tabby with a white V at her neck. She's the snuggler in the family. I can always count on her to keep my lap warm. She's also the sweetest furry family member. Never acts up, doesn't destroy anything, and really just lives for deli meat. Here she is.

Ain't she a tiger cub? Unfortunately, she's a bit less than a tiger. Everything spooks her. Doorbells, small children, shadows. Oh, well.

My older cat, Shikari, is a true witch's familiar. She's all black with huge yellow eyes. She's beautiful and she knows it. For a small cat, weighing only about 8 pounds, she's got all the confidence of a huge jaguar. She enjoys sitting on my window sill in my living room and conjuring up lightning storms. As bold as she is though, I do catch her every so often hiding out in our bathroom sink. She does that when she's stressed. Silly cat. Here she is.

Can't you just tell she's casting as spell? Hope you haven't gotten on her bad side.  :)

I love BIG cats too. In fact, my book, ALLEY CAT, was written because of my love of sleek, black jaguars. In this tale, Renn Tigris is next in line to be king of the Felinians, but he must find a mate first. He visits our world and immediately falls for photographer, Shara Dumorte.

Here's an excerpt:

She turned her attention to the growing heat

beneath her. Taut muscles worked hard under the

fur pressed into her palms. Though a man had

originally offered her help in the alley, no man was

with her now. Her only guide at present was this

animal moving lithely, swiftly through the

thickening forest.

Its pace slowed, and a bright yellow-green

eye came into view as the creature’s head swung to

the right. Moonlight filtered through the treetops,

revealing a regal profile.

A cat. A huge, black panther to be exact.

Nostrils flared, breathed in scents, analyzed,

decided. Whiskers twitched, and the massive feline

leaped to a flat rock as Shara held on. It lowered

its body so she could slide off. The fur was a silken

sheet beneath her hands. A fleeting desire to get

naked and rub her body, cat-style, over the fur

almost consumed her.

Before she gave in to the ridiculous

yearning, the panther shimmered—like a quick

blurring of reality—and a naked man stood before

Shara.

Her eyes combed over the well-defined

contours of his body. Long legs, powerful arms,

strong shoulders. Muscles gave his skin an athletic,

chiseled look, and Shara wanted to spend eternity

admiring him. Perhaps admiring wouldn’t be

enough.

The man’s chin-length black hair looked as

soft as the fur of the panther. Shara reached out a

hand, not able to control the desire to touch him.

Quick as lightning, however, he disappeared over

the side of the rock. An instant emptiness filled

Shara. She took a step in the direction he had fled,

but within a moment, he was back and adjusting

the folds of a long, charcoal overcoat. Shara

stumbled back, but couldn’t help being a little

disappointed he was so thoroughly wrapped.

“What are you?” she whispered.

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Toodles,

Christine DePetrillo