No, no. I’m not talking about Carrie Vaughn’s Kitty Norville series. I’m talking about a cat named Sebastian. I’ve had two friends with cats named Sebastian, so when I wrote the first book in my New Orleans series I had a character named Gerry who needed, I thought, a cat. Gerry’s a cat kinda guy.I named his cat Sebastian.
Fast-forward two years, and here I am revising book two and contemplating book three. And there’s Sebastian, who needs something to do besides sit around and look cross-eyed at people. I thought about having him die a noble death at the hands of a serial killer or a magical spell gone awry, but started feeling guilty about that. I don’t want the ASPCA coming after me, or PETA or Cat Lovers of America.
Oh, and did I mention that I am a bona fide, dyed-in-the-wool, every-other-cliche-you-can-think-of DOG person? Do I have a dog in my books? Nooooooo. Of course not. I know dogs. I know what dogs do, how they think, how they behave. Why didn’t I give Gerry a dog? Because he’s a cat kinda guy and frankly it didn’t occur to me that once I populated my novel with a cat, I’d be stuck with…a CAT.
So, channel your inner cat lady and give me some advice. Sebastian is a cranky chocolate-colored Siamese with slightly crossed blue eyes. He does not like my lead character, DJ, so of course she’s the one who has to take care of him most of the time. Suggest some things for Sebastian to do to annoy DJ (yes, it can be funny). I’ll pick one of your suggestions to use in my book and, if I choose your suggestion, I’ll name a character after you–there is gonna be a nymph with your name on her! (I realize this is really subjective and I’ll be picking an entry that I can get to work with my plot so don’t be offended if yours isn’t chosen, ‘kay?)
And for good measure, here are my children, Shane and Tanker, the most spoiled dogs on God’s green earth.
Okay, cat people. Get to work!