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Buy PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND KITTIES in paperback here! … Read on
Buy PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND KITTIES in paperback here! … Read on
The Last Paragraph of Pride and Prejudice and Kitties It’s that time of year, so my coauthor, Debbie, and I would like to wish our readers a very happy holiday. And to help us remember the good times of the past, the warmth of fires, friends, and furry creatures, we’d like to quote from the final paragraph of Pride and Prejudice and Kitties: “At Christmastime, the Darcys and the Gardiners could be seen curled up by the fireside, talking of the past and of all that had happened – of purr and petulance, of pride and prejudice, and the perfect happiness and harmony at the family party now gathered together at Pemberley.” … Read on
Here’s the question – do cats understand Christmas? Perhaps they’ve heard stories of Santa Claus, a jolly old elf who flies around making mischief delivering gifts. “But what does it do for me?” one might ask. Linus, for example, pictured above, does not get why this weird creature astride a goose is perched on his shoulder. “And what does it have to do with Pride and Prejudice?” We will explore this question in future blog posts, but it appears to us that Pride and Prejudice and Kitties and Christmas can all fit into one picture. … Read on
I remember the day I got the idea of Pride and Prejudice illustrated by photos of cats. It came to me, no doubt, when talking piffle to my own cat, Mittens. The idea of cats playing human roles, especially in a great novel, struck me as delightfully absurd, precisely because it is so improbable. Cats are, always and incorrigibly, themselves. (We cat-lovers understand the joke is on us, but we’re a breed who can laugh at ourselves.) The idea may have been helped along by the fact that one of my favorite diminutives for the now-late Mittens was “kitlit” as in “little cat.” It probably occurred to me at some point that “kitlit” sounded a bit like “chick lit.” Thus, a new genre, or a new name for an existing genre, was born in my mind. I called my friend Debbie, in Portland, that morning, breathless with excitement. (See the impressive history of our collaboration.) “I have this unbelievable idea!” … Read on