It seems that Brandy is discovering her ambition in life. I think she
wants to be a writer.

I've gotten back into my writing seriously six months or so ago, when I
finally stopped associating writing with chain-smoking. I'll be sitting
about, pen in hand as I work on the first draft of the Great American
Novel, and Brandy will join me. She will help to guide my pen over the
paper with a well-swatted paw, mew her ideas at me, and attempt to turn
the pages in a spirited attempt to get me going.

I'd love to know what she's thinking. Maybe I can do this spoof on those
preteen series like the Babysitters Club: Adolescent Kitty Committee?

Blessed be,
Baha