
| This is where it all started with Hawkeye and Bhu Fan < < on the river road. |




| Hawkeye came first. He was born to my big brown tom, JoJo Bear and Silver Rain, a pushy broad if there ever was one, went to a couple in a nearby town who put his litterbox in the far end of a distant basement where they rarely visited and then couldn’t understand why he didn't use it. Maine Coons are people cats. They don’t like to be separated from their families. As a result, Hawkeye came home and never left again. He was clever, bright, opinionated—and so curious he couldn't stay out of trouble to save himself. He was a clever cat that I simply had to write about. |


| I cannot tell you, as I said, where the haughty little Korat came from. She simply insinuated herself into my head, her royal pedigree included. I confess, I wrote about her first--or she wrote about herself. I'd never seen one, had never read anything about one. So I set about boning up on her breed's background after the fact and was a bit bemused that I got it right. The Korat is still relatively rare in this country. I did manage to find a little male and brought him home--to the amusement of my Maine Coons. Korats are a very hyperactive, in-your-face kind of cat. Very affectionate, but as I said: very busy. It's a bit like living with a buzz-saw. Or a Tasmanian Devil on happy pills. Here you see Vector as Bhu Fan on an antique quilt of mine(that has its own story to tell) which is part of the plot in the 3rd book: Sing A Song Of Sixpence which is now up on amazon.com |

