Like her protagonist Shannon Kendricks, Cathy Parker is an attorney. She volunteered as a zoo keeper's aide for eight years and did have a very special beluga buddy, Mauyak, just as Shannon Kendricks has. As to encounters with alien children, as in the trilogy, she is not saying. She was also a radio and print journalist and once was the 'Jill of all trades' for a small satellite paper in Wyoming. She did everything from taking to the photos to writing the articles and op-ed pieces to helping with layout and hauling the newspapers through blizzards once a week. As a result, she saw lambs being born and went on a cattle drive and ate her first (and last) Rocky Mountain Oyster. She has seen mountain gorillas in the wild in Rwanda and orangutans in Borneo and even rocked an orphaned baby orangutan to sleep on her chest. She has volunteered with a chimpanzee sanctuary for former research subjects. So you can see where her heart lies. Currently she lives in Costa Rica with her black cat. All similarities between her cat and the trilogy's Narcissus are purely and probably coincidental.
I have been taking photos with my phone of my old hard copy pictures and here are two that I found bittersweet. Bittersweet because I loved these dogs immensely with all my heart but they are gone now. On one side you see my Neapolitan mastiff Quiddity, Quid for short, who had been a mother at a wretched and terrible and awful puppy mill farm for neos and golden retrievers. She was in terrible shape and had never walked on grass before, having lived the two years of her life on concrete in her own filth, forced to have litter after litter of puppies. That's me with her getting the big smooch, many moons ago. She was actually the last of the mother neos to die when she was 10, a fact I attribute to pure love. On the other side you see my Justice, Justy for short, a most loving and intelligent goldendoodle. Try to ignore the distortion. He is the taller boy. Next to him is his best friend Mokey who happened to live just down the street. He died at only seven, victim of an undetected congenital hole in his lung. He was my constant companion through some very rough times and we forged a special bond. RIP, my babies. Next week, let's talk writing and AI.
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