“For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?”
Lyrics from “Who Knows Where the Time Goes”
By Sandy Denny, sung by Eva Cassidy
I’m sipping my morning coffee in the cozy chair with Samantha at my feet wanting to play. It’s 6:00 a.m. and after another night of restless sleep, I only have the energy to toss a couple balls across the floor. She bats them around with a few whacks of the paw then takes off around the sofa, into the bedroom, then wizzes over to the cozy chair in a blur of orange fur. I want her energy.
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As I listen to Joni Mitchell Radio on Pandora, Eva Cassidy is singing the hauntingly beautiful song, “Who Knows Where Time Goes” and I think, seriously, where does it go? One minute I’m sipping coffee and the next it’s happy hour. And how did May get here so quickly? Although it still feels like winter. I suspect the earth’s rotation has increased. The days just blur into one another.
I listen to the lyrics with Samantha softly meowing, taunting me to play. Besides evoking the contemplation of time, the song conjures reflection on my relationship with Samantha. For who knows how my love grows? It has grown over time that flies. One moment, I’m worried about Samantha’s high anxiety and if we’ll ever bond, and three years later, which happened in a flash, Samantha is confident, happy, at peace and has bonded with me. My heart swells as I look at her and smile. I toss another ball. Excitedly, she chases after it. I hope this moment lasts forever.
Enjoy some pics of my latest happenings…
My reading of Two Cats, a Mermaid and the Disappearing Moon at Laguna Art Museum
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My gift basket silent auction donation for the Rotary Club’s Grapes for Grads fundraiser!
Samantha was the star of a promotional video for the reading, although I wasn’t able to upload the video, but here’s a snapshot! You can check it out at on Instagram, my April 26th post @catladynthecyn.
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Hugs from Cat Lady and Samantha Jo!

This week I participated on a Career & College Day panel at Lowell Elementary School to speak about my unique career path to becoming an author and about my children’s book. Upon arrival I was ushered into a small auditorium by counselors, Eva and Maria who organized the event. I sat in a chair next to my fellow panelist, a flight attendant. As I looked across the room, I saw Leilani, the teacher who invited me to speak, waving a copy of my book, which she got so that she could read it to her students. Then in an organized fashion, in came the second and third graders who sat in neat rows on the floor before the stage. I was introduced by the principal and up to the stage I went before about 150 kiddos. I scanned the audience as I grinned and thanked them for having me. Several girls sported cat-ear headbands. The cat-ladies-in-training in the audience made me feel at home (along with the impeccable hospitality of the staff). But could I hold their attention?
Curious as kittens, the kiddos enthusiastically asked questions throughout my presentation. Many kids expressed their affection for felines, and a handful wanted to be writers. Some asked questions about my book, my cats, and several demanded that I write another book about the cat I have in my life now.
I’m still basking the afterglow of this remarkable experience. My heart is so full.




