Yes, the Kougar has yielded to the inevitable of our current culture, the myspace page -- that is if she wants another avenue of promotion for her sizzle smut novels. And another exciting fun way of collaborating, and of networking with other authors (also hopefully with her readers). And, of course, another yowling-bliss way to be with her beloved Big Kitty friends.
Like every tool in this Earth realm, from the original handy stick picked up in defense or for a meal, the cyber world is a two-edged blade. Imagine if you will, the mighty mystical and glorious Excalibur -- or the massive long heavy blade of a Conan-like warrior -- perhaps, the tiny lethal dagger hidden in a lady's voluminous skirts...that blade can be used for protection or it can be used to murder.
An act of cold-blooded murder, or protecting your loved ones, it's all in the use of the blade -- it's all in the opportunities the blade provides, whether it's the opportunity to survive by feeding yourself and others -- or whether it's used in a crucial moment of protection.
So, because her little kitty brain was mushy mush, as far as following her writer's Muse, the Kougaress ventured into the land of designing her myspace page -- with only passable results, despite a good five hours spent. But then the Kougar kitten is a total novice -- nay, nearly an innocent in the cyber realm.
Big Beautiful Cats, rumble-muse returning to the Shamanistic magic of three, an itsy bitsy bird, not much bigger than a hummingbird, flew before the Kougar's van three times, at least -- as she traveled back to her lair. This itsy cutey flight-darted before the Kougar, then to her surprise remained flying in front, arrowing straight ahead. The Kougar slowed, following until the tiny bird landed in a tree. Before the Kougaress could pass by, the tiny bird wing-blasted in front again, shooting straight as an arrow ahead, once again...three times this occurred, dear Big Cats. Then, the tiny winged one, landed in the pasture field where a flock of her/his kind fed. A whole flock of itsy birds curved upwards, a gentle, but swift whirl before the Kougar.
Was tiny one a sentinel? An advance scout of warning that the big devouring Kougar was on the prowl in her green van?
The sacred message of this eye-wonderful happening? Blink, blink -- think, think...
Someone needs to be a sentinel, on the watch, on guard against any enemy coming down the path. From her towering tree perch, the Kougar warns all, that if you want freedom, the freedom to Big Cat roam our beloved Mother, now is the time to protect it with all your intelligence, all your might and right.
Mel has written a fantastic blog on Title Magic about her life as super librarian heroine. As usual what follows is moi's purring-happy comment:
Mel, gives me the extra good tinglies. Luv to learn more. See, I told you, your super librarian powers were very much needed! That graphic is too chuckle, chuckle Kool.
Excalibur kisses from the Kougar...
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