Pretty Boy loves to ride on Death Cat’s back but his tiny talons kept getting caught in her netting so he opted to sit on the roses.
Here they are on one of their favorite window sills. Death Cat, always protective and thoughtful, is shading Pretty Boy from the sun.
The happy couple. I asked Death Cat to “fur up” for one or two pictures, since she has a beautiful coat, but she hissed and Meeped that this is who she is and anyone who doesn’t like it can look at someone else’s pictures. She’s such a wonderful cat. I love that she is always true to herself. The fact that she can take down an adult Troll doesn’t hurt either.
She asked me to take a picture of her lovely dress, so here it is. She was a beautiful bride and Pretty Boy is always gorgeous.
I heard chuckling and went to see what was going on. Death was reading Conversations with Death and was laughing like crazy.
“Body bag,” he snorted. “Good one.”
I told Death that the glasses were cool and to keep reading.
“I love how you describe me,” wheezed Death. “Really funny stuff.”
“Thanks,” I said, and went downstairs to make dinner.
I could hear Death laughing all the way in the kitchen.
Debbie bought this for me today to celebrate Conversations with Death/A Love Story. It’s fabulous. Yay, for presents:)
My son-in-law just called and said that he was telling one of his customers about CONVERSATIONS WITH DEATH/A Love Story. She said it sounded too depressing. He said, “No, it’s not, it’s FUNNY.”
In light of that conversation, I want you to know that this is a FUNNY book. It’s a conversation between a Party Girl and Death itself. Cats, bird and fish are involved. Gifts are exchanged and lessons are learned.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that it’s not depressing, it’s funny:) Thanks.
A Love Story
is on AMAZOM as of tonight
check it out, if you have time
(Gigi is my nickname, by the way.)
Thank you so very, very much.
on February 15, 2015