Wisp attempted to run outside recently, killing our assumption she’s content to stay inside. Most of the time she seems happy but I think she misses Snowdrop. Every time he comes in, there’s nuzzling, butt-sniffing and she’ll periodically bat at his face (I think it’s affectionate).
Snowdrop still freaks out if we shut the door on him so we let them nuzzle as much as possible without Wisp getting too close to the open doorway. It’s worked so far.
This week, though, I’ve been visiting Florida (so no week in review post this afternoon) which means it’s all on TYG; she’ll be traveling in a couple of months which will make it my turn. I’ve managed handling both cats in early mornings when TYG and the dogs are asleep. When TYG’s away, the dogs will be with me when I go down. Four pets is a lot when I’m worried about one of them bolting. But we’ll make it work! At least I hope she’s been able to make it work — I wrote this piece before the trip (if anything went wrong you’ll hear about it next week).
In the meantime, Wisp is finally exploring shelves. 
Nothing knocked off so far.
She’s also fond of sitting and staring up at the bird feeder. 
A reminder why it’s better for other living things if she stays indoors.
#SFWApro.
And I no longer get mornings to myself because she loves me and follows me down when I get up. The loss of privacy gnaws at me more than you might think. If that’s what it takes to keep her indoors, though, so be it. This morning was an exception and it felt great — until I discovered she wasn’t sleeping on the bed, she’d followed me into another room and been trapped inside when I closed the door. Oops.
I also sold a copy of 19-Infinity and someone checked it out from a digital library service. Thanks, both of y’all, whoever you are.
This week was taken up with a lot of non-writing stuff. Day off for Labor Day. Wednesday afternoon off to give blood. Two trips to the vet with Plushie because of heavy vomiting (seems to have passed, no underlying problems detected, just one of those dog things). A couple of contractors. Even so I got stuff done.
I’m also in a Con-Tinual panel on time travel that just got 
It feels like he really wants to be our indoor cat but can’t quite bring himself to do it. TYG loves him so much, she’ll be over the moon if he comes in and snuggles like Wisp does.
I also have a piece at Atomic Junk Shop on the 
But she’s still my cat and she’s welcome to stay in if she wants.
A new problem, however, is that Wisp’s leg is now flexible enough she can sometimes reach and chew on the bandage around her foot. This is bad, so I’m doing my best to discourage her. She’s also gotten the cone of shame off a couple of times. If worst came to worst, we could just take her to the vet for a new bandage — they’re close — but I’d rather not.
— but yesterday, I was wiped out. I’m sleeping better but the accumulated sleep deficit and the way I’ve rarely gotten a solid night of sleep has left me fatigued. Everything seems to take more work and mental effort, and little annoyances grate on me more. Thinking is way harder.
Nope! Turns out she’s healing well; the vet should be able to remove the cast in three weeks, then we spend another three weeks letting her strengthen her leg before she goes out. I’m not looking forward to that part as it’ll be even harder to stop her slipping out the door, but this is still good news. By the end of August she’ll be out of the bandage and the cone of shame!
Happily she’s in good health, not overweight and forgave us almost at once. Well, mostly forgave: she’s happy to accept petting but she’s wary of coming back inside the house. I imagine she’ll get over it right before we have to cage her again for her feline leukemia vaccine booster.
#SFWApro.
We’re guessing he’s found someone in the area who’s putting out food for him, knowingly or not. Or maybe they don’t have dogs and he feels safer. I hope he comes back though — we’ve grown fond of him.
#SFWApro.
We are incredibly relieved, though I doubt we’ll worry any less next time. While Snowdrop was initially a littel cautious coming in, Tuesday he sat down next to me on the couch, snuggled against my leg and accepted much petting.
#SFWApro.
Other than that panic, this was a good week for writing, though putting in 30 hours on personal projects is really exhausting by this time on Friday. Taking scheduled breaks would help but I continue to have a bad habit of forging ahead when things are going well, then wondering why I’m losing steam later.
Infinity comes out and I’m not sure I’m a good fit for any of them. More frustratingly, I’d gathered a long list of book blogs to ask for reviews of the book, plus a few to solicit for Undead Sexist Cliches. All but a couple are “too busy, no new reviews!” and the ones that didn’t flatly rule it out are “maybe, possibly, sort of” at best. Come to think of it, I had similar problems with Questionable Minds; I wonder how other authors manage it?
#SFWApro. Cover by Kemp Ward, all rights remain with me.
