With four pets, our household now has quite a few.


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Plush Dudley during the recent snowfall.

Trixie in the same snow.

Wisp exploring her cat tower, though she’s yet to go above the ground floor.

Snowdrop.

And here’s three of them together.

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Monday night, we had a guest on our back deck.
Cute guy (or girl, we could hardly sex them). After eating he scrambled under the tarp on the right, which is where we keep the heated shelter for Snowdrop. It was getting down into the teens that night and TYG, already worried about Snowdrop in the cold, became more worried the opossum might seize the shelter for his own. So when Snowdrop showed later in the evening and came inside for food, we shut the door on him.
It was like Spider-Man trapped by the Spider-Slayer only, you know, not.
Snowdrop has not been pleased with this development. On the other hand, he’s adapted better than we hoped. Outside of pissing on the couch once, he’s been going in the litter box (Dr. Elsey’s brand cat-attracter litter works!). He sleeps, occasionally snuggles with us and doesn’t constantly whine to go out.
On the downside, he does meow loudly a lot. Sometimes to be let out, sometimes for attention, sometimes for food (we’re barely starting to learn which is which). And he does it most in the night, so for the past week, regular as clockwork, I’m jarred out of my sleep at 12:30 AM. This morning I put down food, which satisfied him (I’d put some down before going to bed; it was gone when I got up), but after I returned to bed I’d hear these erratic meows from the living room, strong enough to be heard all the way upstairs. I tried a couple of naps during the night but one or other of the cats made enough noise that it was impossible.
It’s a relief when Snow goes under the coffee table and hides, as he’s quiet there. It’s sweet to have him snuggle next to me, but it’s hard finding a position I can sleep in.

Overall I was too tired to get a good work week in. I even gave up most of Tuesday’s writer’s group zoom meeting — I was worried Snowdrop would attempt to bolt while TYG was wrangling dogs for walkies, so I came down to watch him.
Plus no matter how early I got up, the cats seemed to distract me enough I didn’t get any extra time in. I also got distracted by umpty-zillion little tasks. I set aside Monday to do a bunch of small things — bills to pay, subscriptions to cancel, items to order, paperwork to sort, contractor appointments to make. Wednesday I worked on The Local Reporter, planning to watch the Carrboro town council meeting and write it up, then use the afternoon to watch Jekyll and Hyde movies. Turns out it was a three-hour council meeting so that sucked up a lot more time.
Thursday morning I did something I’ve had on my To-Do list since I upgraded my blog-hosting plan, putting PayPal buttons on my Behold the Book page. WordPress makes it simple but reconfiguring the layout and doing the work still required more time than expected (hopefully I got it all right).
(Figured I’d throw in an extra photo of Plushie for your enjoyment)
In the end, all I got done on my own writing stuff was spending Tuesday working on The Savage Year. Cat or no cats, I’ll have to do better next week.
For reading — well, you could buy some of my books direct from me, couldn’t you? But if not there’s an article on the Carrboro Film Fest and one on that town council meeting. At Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about the debut of Sesame Street —

— my perennial MLK Day topic of “getting out of Egypt” (and what the Silver Surfer has to say about it) and blogging about the new DC Finest’s Legion of Superheroes reprint book filling a gap in my collection.
Hopefully by the time next week starts we’ll have figured out how to keep Snowdrop quieter during the night. Or I’ll have come up with some other workaround. Stay tuned.
Art by Steve Ditko (Spider-Man) and Nicholas Cardy (Legion). All rights to images remain with current holders.
Given our pups’ recent stomach upsets, I’ve gotten back into the habit of feeding them Cheerios. Low-calorie snack, bland and easy to digest. Much to my surprise, Wisp is very keen to get in on the Cheerios action.
I know she’s an “obligate carnivore” but feeding her one or two when I give them to the dogs during exercises or drug treatments doesn’t seem to hurt her. I have refused to give in to her desire to stick her head in the container and scarf (she’s tried a couple of times). That can’t be good.
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I have known TYG 16 years. When I met her I was convinced I’d never find love (my history argued against it) and I’d never have real financial comfort (the newspaper chain I worked for was one cheap mother).

Now I have a wonderful wife, two amazing dogs, two cats. A house instead of an apartment. I’m more thankful than I can say.
I have no idea what shape we’ll all be in after President 47’s tenure. Even without that, nothing is for granted: one fall, one blood clot, the wrong virus getting into our systems and blammo, it’s done. I’ve come close enough often enough to appreciate that.

While I have no intention of checking out any time soon, at my age I really appreciate that I’ve been blessed (or lucky, depending on your worldview). I don’t take it for granted, ever.
I hope all y’all reading this have something wonderful to be thankful for in your own lives.
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Wisp and Snowdrop say hi during Snowdrop’s recent morning feeding.

And Trixie and Plushie sack out.

#SFWApro.
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The fun part: my brother came by for a visit. Not the first time I’ve seen him since I moved up here but the first time he’s been in our house.
While that left my work week one day short, I hoped to make it up with good, efficient work. Alas, no. Tuesday, we had work done on the side of the house, where a woodpecker had done a number on the siding. Not only was the drilling jarring, the dogs freaked out — I lost the ability to concentrate.
Wednesday I had to take Trixie in for a dental exam. Turns out she has several bad teeth — it’s a chihuahua thing — which made it pricier, plus a little more unsettling. I hate being reminded our dogs are mortal.

Still, I’d taken the dental appointment into account. I didn’t account for Plushie’s eye acting up, and that I’d have to take him to the dog optometrist. Followed by another appointment today, plus working around the housecleaners.

I did get further on Southern Discomfort‘s final draft and I began my next draft of the Doc Savage book. As I have sections for each year detailing changes in the magazine and developments in the world, I went through and polished those. A small thing but I wanted it out of the way.

I didn’t get anything up at Atomic Junk Shop but I did put a story in The Local Reporter on Carrboro Elementary’s PTA helping buy school supplies.
Overall a disappointing week. But next week, September starts fresh!
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