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. As to encounters with alien children, 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 is happy at home with her black brindle mastiff and her black cat. All similarities between her cat and Narcissus are purely and probably coincidental.
Here is an excerpt from my unpublished third novel. You will note the presence of dragonpanthers. I'm a dragon fan--isn't everyone a dragon fan? Those dragons in Game of Thrones? Outstanding! Traditional, in many ways--they were huge and fire-breathing, with scales, and fearsome! So very fearsome. Nothing sentimental about them. We all want one of those to show off to the neighbors, am I right? So I felt very strongly that I should have a dragon--in my novels if not in my back yard, but I was a little tired of the scales. Yes, yes, there is a strong tradition of dragon scales, but fundamentally, do the scales make the dragon? Are scales essential to the truth of dragonness? I think not. So instead of dragons that are essentially flying lizards, I decided upon dragons that are flying panthers. They still breathe fire though. That does seem a very dragonesque trait. And they are fearsome. When they want to be. And large, very large. When you go to bed tonight, perhaps you will put yourself to sleep with a dream featuring you and your special dragon. I don't mind if it's a dragonpanther. So long as it flies. I do think a dragon, like your dreams, must be able to take wing, don't you?
Salesti buzzed—its anxious buzz, not the happy one. Narci looked up; Shannon followed suit. A group of about twenty dragonpanthers swooped low over their heads. Long necks craned down to glare at them. Silver-blue eyes blazed. Two of the dragonpanthers peeled off from the rest and descended toward them.