Think to the Beat of a Different Drum

A lovely cool evening, my Beautiful Big Cats. The Kougar's brain is on the fritz because she wore herself down to the hunting bone dragging back the sustainable life groceries, and then had to crash and snooze a catnap.

However, the Kougar's journey through the tame prairie today took a few interesting detours, roads being worked on, tax dollars at work ~ which prompted some thinking detours as well. A friend of mine...from another life ago...once said, to paraphrase, why use a jackhammer on someone when a tack hammer will do the job? That phrasing impressed moi so much at the time, that the Kougaress has made every effort in her life to treat people and situations with the proper tool rather than trying to hang up a picture with a jackhammer...or do road repair with a tack hammer. Of course, much easier yowled than accomplished.

The Kougar is certain we've all been treated to the jackhammer approach in life when the gentle tap of a tack hammer would have provided the guidance we needed and desired, at the time.

Think to the Beat of a Different Drum ~ Another detour of thought while cruising past the great yellow-tan elephant bales in the mowed rain-greened pastures.

As cubs we are often surprised that the way we thought about something or perceived something...which made perfect sense to us...is at complete odds with those around us. For example, if you're a medium who can see the dearly departed, whereas, most of us cannot, you may not realize the rest of us can't see the passed on people you speak to every night, until it finally become un-avoidably obvious to you. The Kougaress has often heard that story on Coast-to-Coast am and other paranormal chats from the top Mediums.

Meow...back to thinking to the beat of a different drum. A fact moi is very guilty of doing. Which leads to a lot of confusion on the Kougar's part, and confusion on the part of the other people she is interacting with. The most recent example ~ my kitty heroine. What seemed like a natural way to write my heroine's thoughts, or the way her mind works, who she is and her personality -- is overkill. Or, the reader may feel I'm beating them over the head with the fact she is a cat girl. Certainly not moi's intention.

Truth to roar...this cat girl has always been utterly fascinated about how other people's and big cat's minds worked, how they think, how they feel...and why. The Kougar has sat for hours just listening and learning about another person, asking prompting question after question... completely avidly curious. Generally easy to accomplish since most humans and kitties enjoy talking about themselves and their lives, their most profound and exciting experiences.

Moi's mistake? That readers would be just as curious and enjoy just as much, that depth of knowledge about her heroine...which was totally fun to write, very creatively intense and absolutely not always easy, at all.

Be that as it meow...now moi is attempting to determine what works for other readers' minds and sensibilities. To balance the thoughts and personality of her cat girl heroine so her story will be enjoyed.

No easy task for this Kougar girl...

My Big Cool Cats, living in the city, in the summer...or wherever...how about a fang snippet?

He gave a wicked grin, then flipped her back beneath him, wildly ravishing her senses. She clung, completely breathless, her arms like a vise around his neck.
"You know how to keep a catwoman off her game. And off her feet."
"As long as I keep her on me and beneath me."
Devon, she whispered deep inside, precisely where she didn’t want to feel him. She didn’t want him invading her soul. She didn’t want him living inside her heart. He was an enemy to her kind, and he had collar-trapped her.

Different drumming smooch from the Kougar...