"Crisp sleek lines, like cool self-possessed cats, carry these poems across various human terrains, 'fitting themselves through the thin air, nudging it aside, on missions of merciless/poised play.' At the center of each poem a calm, familiar voice speaks clear and true of the sounds and sights of earth, garden, eaves-dwelling pigeons, the ubiquitous self-regarding yet reliable cats. The same voice speaks of loneliness, loss, self-centered acts, directly, honestly; pain is experienced, assimilated, understood, felt through to the end. The whole is strong, poised, natural."
-- from George F. Wedge's introduction
"Cats in the House shows cats and ghosts in control. Out-of-control people are toyed with by their histories, their weaknesses and their cats. In the world of cats, people are not merely caretakers; they are 'inefficient household gods in need of rousting.' This is not poetry to make a cat lover of you. But it vividly describes drunkenness and a certain chill around the heart, echoed by 'little wisps of cold/sifting underneath the sash."
-- Emporia Gazette
5-1/2" X 8-1/2"