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Entranced cats

This cat toy has multiple parts that move at random, keeping Wisp and Snowdrop fascinated. It was one of TYG’s better pet buys.

Here we Snowdrop a little higher off the ground.

Happy Friday! Bring on the three day weekend for anyone who’s getting one.

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My two girls

“Is it time for fun?”

While Wisp sleeps with her purple-cat toy.

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A cat and some birds

First photos of Wisp.

And then, well not actual birds but a nest I saw the other day.

And one of the bird houses people have begun placing around our neighborhood.

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Pet face offs

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

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Let’s end January with some pet photos

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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The cat ate my homework

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.

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Wisp likes Cheerios?

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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Who you looking at?

Pet photos for Friday. First Wisp.

And then Plushie.

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I have a lot to be thankful for

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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A classic “cat stops me writing” photo

As I wasn’t working at the time she didn’t obstruct me but it still amused me.

#SFWAPro.

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