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Cats are remarkable animals. They are also beautiful enigmas. They have exceptional hearing, yet they are also experts at ignoring us when we call them. They are among the world's most adept hunters, yet they willingly wear themselves out chasing a small red dot, no matter how many times that red dot ""shows up"" to taunt them. One moment they are masters of the cool, judgmental stare; the next moment they are purring blissfully, kneading our laps, while blinking at us affectionately. Is it any wonder with the unpredictable, mysterious nature of cats, that we mere humans will constantly find ourselves making stupid, clumsy mistakes around our cats; mistakes that can only result in a highly offended cat, who expects an immediate apology? In this delightful guidebook, learn about the things that might upset a cat, what you can do to avoid such upsets, and how to go about appeasing an indignant feline. Interspersed with lively quotations from famous cat lovers, tips on bird watching, support on how to say ""no"" to a cat, and what the "" ten commandments of cats"" can teach us about respecting and understanding a cat's view of the world, this book is a celebration and appreciation for our remarkable feline companions. Perfect for cat lovers of all types, or anyone who enjoys humorous advice tucked between segments of fond poetry and personal memories.

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I did not learn to read at a remarkably early age. However, once I did learn to read independently in elementary school, my life changed in a way so immense and rewarding, that I cannot really remember what life felt like before I could read. At the age of ten, I would jump on my bicycle and pedal two miles to reach the nearest public library. My bike had a large metal basket in the front in which, if I balanced them carefully, I could load ten books, the maximum allowed to children at that time. No treasure seeker ever felt more elated than I, as upon reaching home, I stacked the books carefully in my bedroom, chose one, and curled up on my bed; or hurried outside to lean against a small tree in the backyard, eager to be lost for an hour or two in the world of my book. I guess it's no wonder, then, that I ended up as a librarian for most of my nearly forty years of professional work. As far as writing my own books, I wrote a book about a wild stallion when I was ten years old. At that age, like many children I was passionate about horses, even though I had never ridden a horse. Ah, but I read about horses every chance I could, especially by the very talented author Marguerite Henry. In her books, gorgeously illustrated by Wesley Dennis, Ms. Henry brought a level of psychological insight and compassion regarding the lives of horses and the people who cared for them. My book, written in my sprawling, left-handed writing, was entitled King of Them All. My story was about a wild mustang who could never be captured a no matter how many people tried. King was a wise, brave and powerful stallion, beloved by his herd for many years. In order to make my book more interesting to my imaginary readers, I illustrated it myself with very awkward looking, horses standing around in a companionable manner. In the interest of authenticity , I tried to make their coats look shaggy and unkempt. For the finishing touch, I drew flies buzzing around their heads and rumps. This might be considered a remarkable stroke of realism for a child my age, except for the fact that the flies I drew were so large compared to the horses, they looked like regulation size baseballs flying around them! Well, needless to say, my first attempt at writing a book gave me some pleasure but certainly no recognition from the reading public. However, all through my school years I did enjoy writing assignments whenever they were given to us by our teachers. Of course, I didn't admit my pleasure openly, not wanting to draw derisive gasps of disbelief from my fellow classmates! All through my life I have enjoyed writing in many formats, whether privately in journals or handwritten letters to friends; or self-published poetry chapbooks; or more formal attempts, such as poetry or essay contests for which I've occasionally won a prize or two. In fact, some of my best ideas have resulted from ""in my head"" writing, including the idea for my first published book ""How to Apologize to a Cat"". I had been writing, primarily in online publications for more than five years, when it occurred to me that I had enough written material to bring together a book on a specific topic dear to my heart-cats. While Deborah Barchi did not learn to read at any remarkably young age, the sheer scope of how her life changed upon learning to read independently in elementary school was so immense and rewarding that she can no longer really remember what her life was like prior to reading. At the age of ten, she would jump on her bicycle and pedal two miles to the nearest public library where she would carefully check out the maximum allowed numbers of books to carefully balance during her ride back home, whereupon she would spend an eager hour or two lost in a different world. It's no wonder, really, that she ended up as a librarian for nearly forty years. While she had written her first book at the age of ten-the rambunctious story of a wild stallion-she mostly penned informally; private journals, handwritten letters to friends, or self-published poetry chapbooks. After five years of writing in online publications, Deborah decided to bring together a book on a specific topic dear to my heart-cats. Deborah is fortunate to live in a small cottage at the edge of a Reservoir woodland where she spends her quiet time listening to birds, feeding the neighbor's chickens, tending to her tangled little garden, and hearing coyotes howl on winter nights.

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