Furio Charo Bain: I'm a cute, but complicated cat

It’s a good thing Maxine didn’t have to go on press junkets and speak to interviewers and answer blog comments. Because Maxine was many things, but meek was not one of them. She asked for attention not by rubbing against your legs and begging, but by calmly but persistently patting you from her perch on the kitchen counter. She did not suffer fools lightly. If she was asked, yet again, how thrilling it is to be played by Terry, she’d have yawned. And if asked to respond to some snotty comment about how she’d exploited Julia Child’s cat’s name for fame and fortune, she would definitely not have humbly explained that her love and awe for Minette was sincere and deep. Since she didn’t have hands, she wouldn’t have shot anyone the finger, either.

She would just, with an eloquent glare in her bright green eyes, walk away. Which is what cats, and not writers, get to do.