February 22, 2026
Every publishing outfit needs a strong creative director. Mine just happens to be a tabby cat.
Layla is the heart of Layla Cat Publishing. She's my muse, my desk companion, and the one who decides when it’s time to stop writing and start petting. She’s been supervising this whole endeavor from the beginning, usually by curling up in her bed on my desk and offering silent judgment (or snoring encouragement).
She doesn’t care about deadlines. She doesn’t read drafts. But somehow, everything feels more grounded when she’s nearby. Her presence is woven into the rhythm of my early mornings when the coffee’s hot, the world’s asleep, and the stories start to take shape.
This site wouldn’t exist without her. The name, the vibe, the gallery of photos; Layla’s in all of it. She’s not just a mascot. She’s the boss. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
More posts coming soon. Layla says it’s time for a break.