How to Hunt Moles
Moles stink. They smell awful, like really dirty dirt.
Hoomans say they’re the ones tearing up the yard with their tunnels.
Tunnels, shmunnels. A smart cat knows tunnels are just roads for moles.
So find one end of a tunnel and wait.
Mole comes up to see where it needs to dig next and WHAM!
Goodbye, mole. Nobody’s going to miss you. You stink.
“Well, Abishag, you’ve gotten another book written. I’m kind of jealous. Your writing career is certainly moving right along.”
You try to write books that are too long, hooman. Short and sweet, I always say.
“Point taken, Miss Author. Point taken.”
And now, speaking of things taken, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me when it’s time for dinner.
“I agree. Get some rest, Abishag. You’ve earned it.”
Readers, here’s Abishag’s cover for her book. And a nicely-posed photo for the back cover, too. If she somehow writes a bestseller, I will turn over my office space to her and humbly become her editor.