THE CAT WHO LOVED DOGS: A True Tale of Love, Loss and Resilience
Unlike most vocations, writing is not work you can turn off at will. Once the project starts, the process takes over.  The book or script takes shape consciously and unconsciously; ideas whirl around in your head, sometimes hanging there frustratingly just out of reach, sometimes crystalizing at an inopportune time--which is why writers are not always the most sociable people to be around when they are working. My anchors over the years have been the dogs and cats that have shared my life. No matter how moody I got in the midst of an assignment-- or absentminded, they were always there for me with unconditional love. And somehow, when I most needed it, they seemed to know just what to do to ease my stress and make me smile. Hillary, the dog-loving, Siamese-mix heroine of this little memoire was especially good at this. Even today, when I think of the brief time she shared my life, and the remarkable feat she accomplished after she left me...I still smile. And I am pretty sure you will too when you read her story.