I love Verlyn Klinkenborg. In addition to loving his name, and the very fact that there are people in the world with great names like his, I admire his ability to capture moments and scenes with the precision of a camera and expression of a painting, but in words. I want to write like him. His adventures are completely unlike mine—I'm a city person with no experience of the exotic life among trees or nature—but do know cats very well, and so particularly appreciated this piece:
Behind the House
"I stand back from the windows, hoping to remain undetected, but at least one of the cats — a gray and white — has found me out. It sits watching me as though it has never seen a writer in its habitat before. Then it walks away, jaded."