Hello. Ah am Gracie. Ah am one of Sarah’s cats. Ah am one of two girls in this house. Everyone else is a boy.
That is the disgusting.
Here is me. Am Ah not pretty? Ah am pretty. You can send me the tributes. Ah like the Pounce.
Sarah asked me to write the entry today because Ah have not ever done so, despite sitting on many, if not all, of Sarah’s romance novels. Mah Gawd, they are everywhere. Piles of them. Ah like to drape my
hairy backside
– ahem – beautiful puffulous posterior across as many as possible, especially if they are in the sun. The books make mah furs glitter, and Ah hear that is very desirable.
Let us go back a minute. Aren’t Ah pretty? Yes, thank you. Admire Mah
Booty
Beauty.
Anyway, this is my brother, Oliver. Sarah calls him The Diggus. Ah call him The Stupid. He is the very dumb. Oliver and Ah were born in Brooklyn. We are rescue kitties adopted from North Shore Animal League. Sarah adopted us because it was the easiest way she knew of to make sure she and Mah Man didn’t break up when they moved in together. See? Ah am pretty, and Ah am the relationship guarantee, in one pretty furry package.
Then came The Spawn, and his late brother, The Foo. They are rescue kitties, too, from… oh, Ah do not care where they are from, but I wish Spawn would go back there. He is annoying. There are more boys, too: DOG Boys. Can you imagine the indignity? First, there was Toto, and Logan, who both came from the Petfinder.org. And now there are the TWO boy dogs – this is unacceptable but no one is listening to me, here. Buzz and Zeb are from a kill shelter in Arkansas, and Ah will tell you between us that Ah am glad they are here, but Ah wish they would stop trying to sniff Mah Butt. Indignity, Ah tell you.
Anyways. Sarah asked me to write this to tell you that the people at the Avon Books have lost their ever loving’ minds. First they wanted to make a book trailer, but when they said Ah could not be The Star, I said, No. Spend your money somewhere else. Like on me. Then they said no. So then we had the idea. Their author, Liz Carlyle, has rescue cats (clearly, she is the woman of the excellent taste) and to celebrate her new book, One Touch of Scandal, Avon is doing A Touch Of the Crazypants Fund Raising.
For every comment left here, and at a collection of other blogs about the romance, AvonBooks will be donating $1 to Cat Angels, a rescue organization chosen by the Ms. Carlyle. She has the good taste, yes.
The donation will be capped at $3000.00 US, with one comment per person, though you can comment at the other sites including Avon Romance, DearAuthor, Romantic Times Blog, Borders TrueRomance, Fresh Fiction among others (links to come! – SBS). Comments will remain open until we hit $3000.00, or 3000 comments across all the different sites. How long do you think that crazy will take?
If you have the time for that kind of thing. Ah personally am due for Mah Nap.
So go leave the comments here and elsewhere. Feel free to compose odes to the awesome of animal rescue, or to Mah Beauty, or both, and help rescue kitties, like me. $3000, 3000 comments, all for the kitty rescue. Leave the comment, spend the dollar. Is easy.
Because rescue kitties like me, we are the Awesome. And so pretty, did you not notice? Yes, Ah know. So pretty.
Diggus, Spawn, Gracie, and Zeb have a message for you: