What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!
Call me MP or Miz
Fiction attempted, with various levels of success.
Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.
They say five cats attend the god, roaming the world and returning to whisper what they've seen: one reveals secrets kept, one lies told, one promises broken, one wisdom ignored, and the last salacious filth.
Of course, there's one tiny problem with it.
Every cat considers themselves a god.
Cats say that the five most celestial among them are attended by one human god — divine, and yet still pitiable at the hunt; and they each, in their love for it, bring it a share of their own.
