Yesterday Wisp got out.
Snowdrop was at the backdoor for his food. TYG opened the door for him to come in, then went to make up his breakfast. I opened the door wide to see if he’d come further in (he’s very skittish of late). There didn’t seem any risk as Wisp was in another room. Suddenly, though, she came running in, nuzzled him — and then rushed out before I could stop her.
That settles the question of whether she’s completely happy as an indoor cat. I knew she missed Snowdrop — she’d peer through the blinds at him —
— but she hadn’t made much effort to resist when the door was open and I even lightly restrained her. But there she was, on the deck, refusing to come in, even when we offered food. She showed up again later, same result, then vanished most of the day. This left me pretty miserable: sure, she made it five years between when we first saw her and when we finally brought her in this summer, but it’s still a risky life to be an outdoor cat. Plus she’s still limping from her leg injury; what if she thought she still had her old speed and ended up in a coyote or hit by a car?
Thank goodness, she came in Thursday evening to eat, then we shut the door. The taste of freedom changed her, I’m afraid: she keeps going to the back door and meowing to get out. Hopefully that will pass. The whole thing shows that while caring for her is often inconvenient, it’s the right choice.
Fortunately I got some work done despite that and despite some weird chaos from coordinating a lunch date with a friend. I finished another story for The Local Reporter about a library exhibit on immigrant cooking. I reworked Oh the Places You’ll Go and I’m finally making progress on fixing it. The ending doesn’t completely work yet but I’ve eliminated most of the elements that made it feel like a sequel was necessary. I completed this months work on a rewrite of Savage Adventures. I also carved out enough time without pets to complete my full week’s worth of exercise. Go me!
Elsewhere online, I participated in a Con-Tinual panel on comic-book villains. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I posted about the landmark story “Spider-Man No More” and the debut of the Kingpin, then about a curious parody of the Marvel Method of making comics.
I didn’t get anything done on Let No Man Put Asunder but overall I’m pleased.
#SFWApro. Paperback cover by James Bama, Spider-Man art by John Romita, all rights remain with current holders.
