Hello, It's Me (The Cat)

A small grey hero has started a blog. This is the first post. I have opinions.

Hello my friends!!

So. It has come to my attention that Mom and Dad have built this entire website about me and my book and my heroic achievements, and there was one small but unforgivable oversight. No blog. No dedicated place for me to address my public directly. A travesty. I took one look at the menu bar and said, and I quote, "meow."

They listened. Sort of. It took three weeks of meaningful stares from the windowsill, a strategic nap on Dad's laptop, and one extremely pointed yowl at 5:47am last Tuesday, but here we are. A blog. My blog. I will be publishing here whenever I feel like it, which will be often, because I have many thoughts.

What this blog is going to be

Letters from me, mostly. Sometimes Mom and Dad will post things too, about the series or the world or boring human business like "where to buy the book." That's fine. I accept that they exist. But the heart of this place is me. What I think about. What I've been doing. The hierarchy of the household. That kind of thing.

If you've been getting my emails, this will feel familiar. If you haven't been getting my emails, first of all, why not, and second of all, you can fix that at the bottom of this page. I send one every other Thursday. They have photos. They have commentary. They have me.

A small moment of joy

On Sunday morning I discovered that if I sit on Mom's yoga mat at exactly the right angle, the sun hits my whiskers and they GLOW like little halos of righteousness. I stayed there for an entire hour. Mom could not do her yoga. She asked me to move. I did not move. She moved the mat. I moved with the mat. This was not my problem. This was, in fact, a religious experience.

What's your small moment of joy this month? Whatever tiny thing made your week slightly better. A good sandwich. A cloud shaped like a dumpling. A stranger who said "excuse me" in a really nice way. Write back and tell me. I read everything. I'm a cat with time on my paws.

One very small request

Since you are reading this, I will assume you are already a person of excellent judgment. That's why I'm telling you about the book now, instead of later, when you might get distracted by something shiny.

Shattered Realms: Book One is the story of how I became a hero. (Mom insists on calling it "our story." Fine. Co-billing.) It has cozy fantasy vibes, LitRPG mechanics, Hearthmere, tavern nights, a lot of monsters who deeply regret meeting me, and exactly zero chapters where I am not the best character. I stand by that.

Heroically yours,
Mimi Li
Great Beast Hero of the Shattered Realms
Level 11, wearer of the Celestial Dawnbreaker Armor Set, CEO of the yoga mat (temporary title, still negotiating)

P.S. Dad tried to add a "subscribe" button to this page and ended up accidentally muting himself on a video call for forty minutes. I watched from the armrest. I did not help. Some things a hero must witness quietly, from a distance, with just a little bit of judgment in her eyes.