‘Tis the season for free kittens

Well, usually you think of spring as kitten season … but an old friend of mine wound up with a batch of babies that had been deserted(?) by their stray mother. This friend (Amanda) found homes for a couple of the foundlings, but two remain – and I said that I would put out the call. Or raise the Bat-signal. Cat-signal. Whatever.

You know me and kittens, man. Any excuse to help match up small furry things with good homes.

The kittens are both girls – a gold tabby and a tuxedo princess. They’re too small to be spayed yet, but they have both received their full vetting otherwise: they’ve been de-wormed, de-flea’d, and vaccinated – and they both tested negative for FIV/FIP. The vet estimates that they’re about 6-7 weeks old.

These two are on solid foods and good terms with the litter box … so now they’re mounting a heavy charm offensive because baby, it’s cold outside – and these little ladies need a home of their own. (Their present situation is a tad precarious; foster mom can’t keep them.)

But wouldn’t YOU like a small furry munchkin for the holidays? Come on – a pair is TWICE the fun!

So! If you would like to open your heart and household to a kitten or two (wouldn’t it be nice, to have two?) this holiday season, you can contact my friend/their foster mom, who would love to hear from you if you’re anywhere within the greater Chattanooga area – or if you might be willing to drive:

    Amanda Dashler: amanda@dashler.net
    Amanda on FB (where you will find VIDEOS, folks)

Or you can email me if you like, and I can pass along her cell number for texting purposes. Serious inquiries only, natch.

At any rate, thanks for reading! Feel free to share this post around!
And have a good weekend, everyone!
(But wouldn’t it be better with KITTENS?)

We’ll play along for now, and pull out the aces when the time is right…

So I (mostly) cleaned up and handed in the first draft of The Agony House…and you’d think I’d feel more relieved, but you’d be mistaken. I have a short story to (make up and) write before December 1, and a book to write (almost in its entirety) by the first of March – never mind the holidays and/or holiday travel.

But last night, the husband and I went out to supper with old friends – and yea verily, we stuffed ourselves silly. Good times. Tomorrow, I’m doing lunch and shopping with my cousin. So it’s not like I’m not trying to take a tiny bit of a break.

I am finding it difficult to recharge, but that doesn’t really matter. I have to recharge anyway.

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Speaking of getting out with friends – on Saturday I drove down to Kennesaw with a different old friend, to visit the marvelous writer and inkmaster James R. Tuck. My friend needed a cover-up. I needed new ink altogether. This picture doesn’t really do it justice; the low light and my wobbly arm make it look a tad grainy – but it’s lovely, rich, and sharp … and just as soon as it stops peeling, I’ll get my husband (or someone) to take a better shot.

I’ve been telling people that I’m going to turn my body into a Victorian book of flowers, and I’m not exactly joking. That said, all of the flowers so far have been important (to me) apart from and/or in addition to their traditional meanings.

Not that every tattoo has to have meaning. Body mod is a personal thing, and “because I thought it was cool” is entirely fair. Follow your bliss, I say.

Anyway. The sunflower is mostly finished peeling, but it’s still very tender and a little swollen; and it’s centered right on that bone at the bottom of my neck, so I haven’t really been able to keep it covered with a bandage. I swear, I’ve smeared A&D ointment all over the damn house.

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The Elder Statescat had a vet check-up yesterday, and the news was mixed – but largely good. In short, she’s losing weight again … but as far as we can tell, she’s perfectly healthy. Her bloodwork came up entirely clean; her appetite and energy levels are both normal; and she’s full of vim and vigor. As they say.

The fact is, she’s just getting old.
(She’s at least 15-16 years of age, and likely somewhat older.)

But hey, she still more or less gets along with Quinn, at least until Quinn enters MANIAC KITTEN mode. The poor little girl is only five months old, and although she’s “leveling out” a bit (especially since the spay operation) sometimes she still goes bananas and drives her big sister crazy.

Don’t worry. They always work it out by naptime.


And never mind my zombie slippers with the dangling eyeballs. They are comfy – for people-feet, and for kitten-snuggling. As it turns out.

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Greyson is doing well, too. He loves fall weather – the chillier and more blustery the better. So I’ll sign off with a pic of the big guy, and his big grin. Have a good rest-of-the-week, everyone. I’ll catch you all later.


Daylight licked me into shape

Here’s recent progress on my young adult haunted house story about a long-lost adventure pulp comic manuscript that’s guarded by a good ghost and a bad ghost; now with Bonus! gentrifying drama, golden-age mystery, Hollywood intrigue, fallout from The Storm, and an agent who’s just trying to do the right thing, goddammit:

    Project: The Agony House
    Deadline: November 16, 2015
    New words written: 3285
    Present total word count: 69,148 [Draft Zero, y’all]

    Things Accomplished in Fiction: Wind-down/wrap-up scene, and behold, we have a DRAFT ZERO. [:: throws confetti ::]

    Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with the dog; lunch with husband; not much else.

    Book Other: Now I get to spend this weekend reading through/cleaning up so that I can hand it in on Monday as a decent Draft 0.5 (if not Draft One). This one had to come together quickly, but it’s only intended to be a starter draft; the final one isn’t due until fall of next year. But yes, I have to give this complete – if preliminary – version of the tale to my editor on Monday.

    Next Other: Next, I have to write a short story for an anthology. It’s due December 1. After that, I get started (or pick up where I left off) on Brimstone, a draft of which is due March 1.

    Critter Other: The beautiful kitten is growing into a beautiful cat. But such is the way of things.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 125,136