Very early this morning before the Kougaress hit the bedsheets she had a strange visitor, who refused to leave and refused to be captured. Perhaps, a young frog prince, who thought the Kougar Princess would attempt to kiss him if caught. Not so. This princess is sooo past that romantic stage in life. All moi wanted to do was put the little leaping critter outdoors once again and sing 'born free' in her mind. Not to mention the Pope could declare moi's froggie as artistically distasteful as the very green crucified frog, beer in one hand, and a proud museum resident, offering him not one tiny smidgeon of a blessing. Sad, indeed...what has become of organized religion these days?
The whole long froggie hopping episode was such an exercise in the rather bizarre, which includes a purple beanbag chair, that the Kougar will attempt to write a story in the future ~ tentatively titled: The Strange Visit of the Frog Prince. Or, perhaps, a Young Froggie's Saga.However, most of moi's day was devoted to writerly biz as usual, and filling out the cover art form for Black Cat Beauty, contracted by Liquid Silver Books ~ always an intense exercise in creativity for the Kougar, who is also purring-glad her revision of the story worked out, and just plain worked. Meow and sigh and flop down on a comfy rug.
And this big cat is tuckered out.
No smooch for the frog prince from the Kougar...
And this big cat is tuckered out.
No smooch for the frog prince from the Kougar...
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