“Why Cat Feet Studio?” Fair warning: this is a long one. But then, most of my posts are long ones. Apparently I enjoy the sound of my own voice have not learned to edit my wordiness.

The first thing you need to know is that when I was in school I loved English; loved it with a passion! By contrast, I hated math; hated it down to the marrow of my bones. When I reached high school that hate turned to utter loathing of vilest description. This, however, is not the point. The point is that I loved anything having to do with words and when my freshman English teacher, Mr. Gray, introduced us to Fog by Carl Sandburg I fell in love. With the poem. I was already in love with Mr. Gray but that’s not the point either.

You can read the poem here.

You also need to know that several years later, after I was married (not to Mr. Gray, thankfully, because that would have just been weird) my husband and I began to keep cats and I fell in love for the third time. (The second time was with my husband, the greatest guy in the world, which really was the first time if you don’t count Mr. Gray, making my love of cats my second love–are you following all this?) We’ve had cats most of our marriage and they are an integral part of our home life. My daughter once said, “A cat makes a house a home,” and I dare say she’s right.

The third thing you need to know is that I love the creative process, and I find creative expression in several media. Writing, however, is my passion. We currently live in a house with an extra bedroom which I presumptuously call my studio. It’s also a guest room, but if I am attending to pressing matters with my sewing machine or grappling with finding just the right word to express an elusive thought the guests have to move to a tent in the yard. It’s OK. I let them come in to use the shower.

I have been known to disappear into that room for hours on end and make all manner of stuff. Jewelry, cards, clothes, quilts, puppets, poetry, children’s books, you name it. Whatever strikes my fancy at the moment or appeals to my sense of creativity is produced there. My cats often come to keep me company. If they aren’t systematically dismantling the rest of the house, they can usually be found administrating the events taking place in my studio.

Moving right along in my story, some time ago we moved to the San Francisco Bay Area. I think this is where they have the fog factory for the whole world. I’m not really into the fog, if the truth be told. I’m originally a desert rat from Arizona but even I have to admit the fog can be very beautiful. If I’m inside. With the heater on. And the fireplace. And a hot drink, a book, the cats, and for good measure the sound of my husband tapping away on his computer keyboard.

Anyway, back to the point, because I do have one. Cat Feet Studio: the compilation of slices of who I am; my self-expression, if you will.

Just one more thing: in all seriousness, my very first love is Jesus. I’m a born again Christian, been saved for 33 years at the time of this writing, and I am the wife of a pastor. I love Jesus with all my heart, first and foremost. Everything I write and do and am is against that backdrop!