A few weeks ago, I wrote about Flo as the Queen of Bedlam Farm, I rarely wrote about Minnie, who I rarely saw. I realized today that Flo is a bit out of joint – I suspect cats can be drama queens, and she came up to me outside and began yowling loudly, as in complaint. I picked her up and sat with her for awhile, and she was momentarily mollified. There is no way to explain to a cat that another cat has momentarily displaced her because she had a leg amputated and requires care and attention. I have never paid so much attention to cats or written so much about them. I remain much more comfortable with dogs, cats are elusive and mysterious, which is fascinating.

People keep asking me if there is a book in Minnie’s troubles – child or adult – and there is not, really, I am not drawn to writing a book about cats, I am not as focused on them as I am on dogs, and I don’t think I would be credible writing about them. I feel I have learned a lot about dogs, I don’t feel that way about cats. And I have two strong cat personalities to deal with now, because Flo came her and conquered the place, and I could see today and over the last few day she has no intention of vanishing and letting Minnie hog the limelight. I tried to convey to Flo that I have not forgotten her, she will always been a Queen to me.