As the feline elves work furiously to get Time Management for Cats out in paperback form ($6.99 @ Amazon coming in early July), I realized upon review that I had never fully pimped my published work here at Self Help for Cats. So here goes. This also happens to be a sample chapter, since this piece ended up in the book. It’s a story that ran in the San Francisco Chronicle a few years back. Timeless as this essential topic is, they have kept the link up on their site. It’s my first published piece of cat writing, so you could say it’s the story that started it all here at Self Help for Cats.
Americans can’t get enough feng shui these days. Despite this ancient Chinese art form’s esoteric demands on our most personal, private spaces, which, by the way, all need to be torn down and rebuilt, well, we just can’t pass up a concept — a wisdom — that confirms what we already knew: The best response to life’s thorny problems is to redecorate.
My own meager attempt to apply a little feng shui around the domicile hit a few snags named Brody and Panther. Ancient Chinese wisdom may rule your roost, but my housekeeping is largely dictated by a couple of fur dragons on paws. I see now that what determines the order of my life furnishings can more accurately be called fang shui.