A magician with boxes and juggler of string.
An athlete, faster than her own shadow.
A snuggler, a chatterbox, my workroom buddy.
Most important, in rescuing Jo from homelessness, she saved me from the frequent loneliness of a creative life.
She’s her own feline — indifferent to catnip, corrugated cardboard and sisal —
and texts flattering selfies that show off her tiger stripes, black-lined eyes and creamy décolletage.