A writer with an open book in lap is like a cat with a scratching post in paw.

Everything about the experience results in rich, guttural purrs.

If it’s a bad read, the claws show no mercy.

A good book? Oh, the obscene rubbing and playful scratching that will occur!

Or is that, um, just me?

Pardon me while I go check my Prozac.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe