Karen Nilsen

Hello, I am Tweedle, fierce nurturer of orphaned kittens and guard cat extraordinaire. I sit in windows and growl at strange vehicles. I once chased the neighbor’s Chihuahua down the driveway, and he hasn’t dared return since. I allow Karen to use my computer while I nap on the back of my office chair like I am in this picture. Although Karen will never admit it, she could never write her stories without my editorial prowess. As an example of my work, I changed her e-mail signature from “Hugs” to “Jigs,” a brilliant subversion of her meaning. If you ever need assistance, you must pay me in rotisserie chicken, vanilla ice cream, and sincere admiration of my feline greatness.