Category Archives: Cats

Another 30…

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As you can see, the kitten, Spencer, is getting bigger. He is a mighty terror. No toes are safe. He is still small for his age, malnutrition of being seperated from his feral mother and colony so little stunting his growth. He did get that happy trip to the vet to get his man parts …snipped.

 

In other news, my little sisters biopsy came back positive, so now the family is pooling our resources to send what money we can for treatment.

 

I had a shrink appointment earlier this week that left me asking myself ‘will I ever be free from all of this’, meaning mental illness. The answer is no. No one really ‘recovers’ from mental illness.

 

I am also very sick right now. I had to go to the doctor yesterday for x-rays and a breathing treatment. I have bronchitis. I got myself some antibiotics and cough syrup with codiene. Cant beat that. Still feel sick, but groovy at the same time.

 

I have not gotten a lot of writing done lately. Nope. I found something new to waste my time on. The ground level of a new game. Beta testing and bugs. Its entertaining. Irritation in some instances, but entertaining none the less.

 

So thats my update for now. I know its a little pitiful, but its sort of reflecting how I feel at the moment. To all those of you I owe snail mail letters to, dont lose hope, I have things underway for those!

 

~squish~


Long over-due…and kitties!!

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Welcome the baby! This is the kitten I was telling you all about back in December. He was just a tiny bit of fluff, skin and bones. He was feral, we could only surmise that he got separated from his momma and the rest of the colony.

 

He showed up on my best friends doorstep…well…windows. She patiently coaxed him into the garage where she made him a bed and fed him plenty of food and water until I had a chance to drive out there (Alabama to New Mexico) to pick him up.

 

It was love at first hold. This little baby snared my heart, and I like to think he fell completely in love with me, too, as he had previously clawed my poor best friend in the face, twice.

 

So the long drive home, only one peepee accident and he was safe in his new environment. I named him Spencer Lee. He has an uncanny resemblance to Fat Cat. Both being RagDolls. His temperament is super sweet to his new momma cat. (me)

Here’s a quick shot of Jeff playing handsies with Spencer. Jeff was the first to take to him without a lot of fuss.

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Along the way I’ve also fostered in two additional cats. These two have been raised together and are my daughters boyfriends cats. Sid and Siefer. Yes, Final Fantasy nerds unite.

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So now my house is filled with the loving sounds of 6 cats. I love it. Though, when the daughter and her boyfriend move out on their own, I will lose his two cats, and my Quinney, because she has integrated herself into Sid and Siefers little pack, and I’ve hate to separate them.

 

Its okay, I’ll go to the shelter and adopt MOAR cats. ~grins~

 

So, there is the update on the kittehs.

Now on to my back troubles.

I went in and had six injections to the lower left side of my spine and combined that with pool therapy. I was pain-free for a good 2.5 – 3 weeks. Then the pain returned and is holding at a 9/10 on the pain scale. HOWEVER…I also fired my back surgeon. Why, you may ask? For sheer rudeness.

I am a patient woman, come on, look at me, I have six cats. But…please dont ask me to show up at 8am, then not call me back to the exam room until 9:30am, and by 10:30am I STILL have not seen the doc. That’s unprofessional. And this was an appointment only day, no other surgeries or emergencies to come up. I heard him with a patient in the next room, got my hopes in line after the nurse said I was next, then didn’t hear another word.

I walked to the nurses station, smiled, expressed my irritation and kindly asked the nurse to please tell the doctor he was fired. I also stopped the pool therapy.

So, I think from this time on, I will just bear with the pain as I have done with for the last twenty years, letting my regular family practice doc handle my pain management the best she can.

 

Onto my work with the Dothan Library. I had volunteered to give some Creative Writing classes. With the library heads we came up with a course that covers a different topic a month, over the next 6 months.

The first was held just last Saturday, aptly named Creative Writing 101: Plot, Structure and Outlining. It was great. I WAS SO NERVOUS. I expected about 10 people. 9 were in attendance. I gave my apologies for being a bit flustered in the beginning, not being a public speaker and all. This group really made me feel comfortable.

 

So next month will be great. I plan on covering characters, development, scenes and possibly dialogue, if we have time, or that will be carried over to the next class.

 

I will say, by the time the 3 hour class was over, I needed a drink to unwind. My friend Stephanie met me at a local Mexican restaurant where I proceeded to indulge in a half-pitcher of margaritas on the rocks and nachos…lol.

 

So that brings us to now. And for your enjoyment, I am going to throw in some extra picture of Spencer.

 

You can all thank Patricia on Twitter for giving me the virtual kick in the pants last night on updating, FINALLY. Now I have no more excuses for delays other than getting mauled by kittehs.

 

Best sweet, my darlings!

 


Always unexpected…

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It never fails…I seem to drop off the face of the planet. BUT I’M STILL HERE!!

I unexpectedly came down with a case of pneumonia. Some of you know how serious that is for me. I have COPD, and the two just clash and try to kill me. I even had to have a nice little emergency trip to the ER one night. As a result, I’m back to trusting my oxygen unit at home again. I keep it hooked up to my CPAP for ease. When I feel too weak, I lie down with it and focus on deep breaths.

 

I think this was all brought on by spreading myself a little thin the month of November, exhausting myself, and then the way the crazy Southern weather fluctuates. Or, one of the kids picked up a germ or two and brought it into the house. My immunity levels are nearly non-existent, so of course I’d catch a bug and it turn near fatal.

 

So, there is the explanation of my rather sudden disappearance.

 

I have something really wonderful to share however, that will take me offline again next week after the 25th. But with that brief absence, I will be back with my new baby!

Here is the story…

 

ChesterAnn (aka Fat Cat) died last year, as some of you know, and it devastated me. Since then, I have gotten three other cats. I love each and every single one of them. My baby though, is BaxterMarie. She’s up my butt in and my business all the time.

 

Some of you are also well aware that my best friend lives all the way out in New Mexico. Well…a small kitten, too young to even be weaned yet, showed up around her house crying. It was very feral. However, being the animal lover my best friend is, she set up a crate shelter in the inside of her garage next to the door and kept the garage door cracked for the kitten to find its way there and keep warm, and to finally have some food.

 

Upon finally seeing this little kitten, she snapped a quick picture of it and sent it to me. I swear, it is ChesterAnn reborn.

 

So, come the 26th, I will be on the road from Alabama to New Mexico to 1. See one of the most influential people in my life and 2. to pick up my new (old?) kitteh. My best friend swears it is ChesterAnn reincarnated, and was sent to her to bring us all together, and I am in with that belief. The resemblance is uncanny, the attitude as well. The kitten isn’t as feral as first thought, though is rather shy of people.

 

I’m super excited. I’m sure all my other cats will hate me for a bit for bringing another baby into the house, but they need a sibling.

 

BaxterMarie will have the biggest adjustment as I bottle feed the kitten and wean it properly.

 

So excited.

 

Happy Holidays to all of you…my friends and followers. All the best to you and your families.

 

Be sweet, my lovelies.

 

 


November 2016 Day 23

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I have been out of the house all day, hence the late posting and no NaNoWriMo word count. I’ll have to work on that tonight. Today I ran errands everywhere. Even down to the next town, which is about 40-45 minutes away.

 

 

So I’m keeping the blogging to a minimum today. Sorry folks. L

 

 

 

Now to BlogHers prompt for today:

Nov. 23: What’s the weirdest/grossest thing your pet has ever done?

 

 

Jeffrey Jones. I don’t know what makes him do it, but he loves just SHOVING his nose in the girls butts. I’m talking aggressive shoving. AND THEY LET HIM!! They just stand there and are like ‘okay, dude, whatever floats your boat.’

 

 

And Jeffrey is fixed. He has never even sprayed. I don’t think he’s aware that he can!

 

 

He’s just weird.

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November 2016 Day 19

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Since there is no BlogHer prompts on the weekend, I thought I’d fill you in on my PAIN. No, really. Yes, lots of pain, but persevering.

 

I’m listening to a meditation mix on my media player – subtle wind chimes with ocean waves and rain with light thunder. So relaxing.

 

The cats are on a rampage today, using anything as a springboard, including my chair and me.

 

I haven’t work on NaNo yet today, but you have been tracking my word count meter, you’ll see the past couple of days have been low in the word count. I can’t concentrate when in pain. I am going to work later to work on one a chapter.

 

For today, however, you will get a snippet of one on the first chapters in Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’.

 

And here we go…hope you enjoy…

 

“I look for versatility in warriors, for compassion in friends, for the spirit in lovers. You managed to fuse this, so I think you warranted more.” One thing he did not like about the Jeep was the damn separation in the seats. Moving an armrest to have her beside him would have been much more fulfilling. “Grandpa and Dad taught me most, my mom taught me cooking, some Tantric prayers, and about her Shinto arts.”

 

“I like things spiked a lot if I’m going to drink; I usually want the buzz to dull things when I do. So absinthe, Everclear, or those potent types – like moonshine – for me work best.”

 

She smiled again. “Mmm… Absinthe… I forgot about that one… haven’t had it in ages.” She said in a soft tone, letting memory serve her the taste.

 

She toyed with her sword between her knees, sliding her hands over the smooth saya. “Cooking…haven’t a clue on how to do it. I don’t even remember the taste of food. I have memories of things I enjoyed, though, like shrimps, jambalaya, and steak. I just don’t remember the tastes anymore. Just memories, like faded feelings.”

 

Her eyes looked down at her hands. “My mother didn’t like me much. I mean, she loved me and all but left me with the nanny to raise. She resented me, I think because I was a difficult labor and delivery. I ruined her insides. She couldn’t have any more children after me. My Papa on the other hand, tended to spoil me. However, no one treated me as well as Neeta. That was my nanny. When I killed everyone on the plantation, I spared her. She died a nice old age, natural death.” She said, a little sorrow touching her voice.

 

“I’m tired of this life.” She then said, out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die or anything; no no no… I’m tired of the loneliness. I never lamented my darkness, but there are things I would prefer to have in its stead.” She said, letting out a small sigh.

 

She then lifted her face, turning her pale blue eyes to the Templar. She looked him over. He was sexy sitting there driving. An extremely handsome man indeed. She offered a small smile.

 

“Are we there yet?”

 

“You’ll get used to food again pretty quick. It gets boring again fast.” The story of her mother was sad. It also did give insight into why it was so easy for her to slip into the darkness if she felt unloved. He resolved that she would never feel that way ever again. “I’m sorry, hon. I wish I could take that away from your mind’s pain, but what I can do is let you know you are loved now and will always be.”

 

 


November 2016 Day 17

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Hello! So, let’s start off with a Public Service Announcement. ZOE IS IN PAIN. Also, Zoe has taken some painkillers that kind of make her stupid. Zoe also received TWO bilateral cortisone shots in her back today and they hurt like a…well…I am not going to swear and curse and offend anyone…let us just image all those bad words you would get your mouth washed out with soap for. ~nods~

 

In addition, no NaNoWriMo word count thus far. I tried writing before I left for the doctor’s appointment, but the pain was just too bad and I was cold. Like, freezing cold.

 

Excuses, excuses, I know. ~hangs head in shame~

 

So, on to BlogHer Blog a Day….

 

Today’s BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 17: What is the hardest lesson you’ve learned from having pets?

 

Pets are like toddlers, nothing on the lower shelves are safe. My cats are like so many you see on the YouTube videos of cats looking owners directly in the eye and knocking something over, pleased as punch at the shattering noise they’ve managed to make.

 

I have also learned that, for me, losing a beloved pet is like losing a child. My child was grown, my Fat Cat was a therapy animal. We bonded immediately. She guarded me…viciously. She was known to even chase my own daughter down the hall to keep her away from me. If you did not have her permission, Fat Cat did not think you needed to be near me.

 

Very overprotective cat, very aware of my moods and movements, able to soothe me like no one else ever. She was utterly perfect…and then she got bit by that dog, developed an internal wound, underwent surgery to try to correct it, had a feeding tube inserted so I could tend to her myself in the comforts of her own home…and she lost her battle in the end. My world instantaneously shattered.

 

When I got my other cats, Fat Cats toys and clothes were put away, and the new terrors received their own toys…tried the clothes, none of them like them like Fat Cat did.

 

I had Fat Cat cremated. I wear a silver paw print pendant around my neck, only taking it off when going into the water such as swimming or showering…it contains a bit of Fat Cats ashes. In addition, I have a beautiful urn for Fat Cat that sits right up here in the cubby on the top hutch of my desk so that she is always looking down on me.

 

So, I am a little morbid. Yeah, I know I am. I have two little shines dedicated to Fat Cat. That was my baby, and she had to move on.

 

On a happier note, I believe my little ‘forever kitten’ BaxterMarie is channeling Fat Cat in some ways. Wow, does she do a lot of the naughtier things Fat Cat used to do.

 

Quinney is the sweetheart of the three. She talks back…to the point of it becoming an argument. However, she is so cute and fluffy and knows how to work that angle; she gets away with murder.

 

Then there is Jeffrey Jones. Big cat. You would think he was the dominant one of the house….ooohh nooo…not Jeff. Most timid thing ever. But also so utterly adorable.

 

Put the three cats together in playtime or after a little hit of catnip and you would swear it was like the NasCar of the cat world up in this house. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Well, maybe not that so much. It’s really surprising how three cats can sound like a trampling herd of buffalo sometimes.

 

 

Well, it’s time for me to nap away some of this pain.

Be sweet, my lovelies!


November 2016 Day 14

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This mornings NaNoWriMo writing went exceptionally well, with 3066 in words today, giving me a total of 33468 words written for the NaNo event so far. And I still plenty of days to be writing more. I wont stop at just the 50k goal, because my work would go unfinished, I imagine.

 

Now, on to NaBloPoMo

Todays prompt:

Nov. 14: What was it like to be you in 2016?

 

What was it like to be me in 2016? Who on Earth would want to put themselves in that place would be a better question to ask.

 

My highs and lows were drastic. I mean, when in a manic high phase, I could not sit still, I could not feel anything, and I did the most outrageously stupid things. I cut and cut, got stitches and stitches, all to reach a place that was unobtainable.

 

My lows were just as bad; just add in not wanting to get out of bed unless absolutely necessary.

 

Readjustments of meds abound.

 

My brain had 1001 tabs open and I couldn’t close any of them or make them go away. Insomnia ruled (and still does) me.

 

2016 seemed like a pretty bleak year looking back on it, but there were highlights that made some of the bleakness seem not so bad. My child is happy, my cats are happy.

 

My writing had its ups and downs. Sales on my first book are way down, but I am hoping that when I release Book Two, sales will pick up again.

 

I got out of the comfort zone of my locations and broadened it. I have met, and even spoken publicly to a semi-large group of people. Just getting me out of the house a few years ago, fighting agoraphobia, I would say I have come a long way.

 

November and NaNoWriMo always invigorates me, though December has me crashing down once again, so I am preparing for that, and thinking of things that will stave that off.

 

Its not so bad, being me, at times. The secret is in how well you can hide your crazy. 😉


November 2016 Day 8

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My word count for NaNoWriMo was much better than I managed yesterday. Its only a little after 10am and I’ve managed to squeeze 2567 words out of my head and into a nice chapters. Completely scrapped the old chapter that I had been working on. I was supposed to be ‘revising’ but this is turning into a complete re-write. I’m happy with the way I’ve changed things, however. I felt Book Two wasn’t being true to Addisons character. So, I’ve re-written it, bringing more of what was seen in The Road of Darkness back. Very pleased.

Now, onto the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 8: If you could redo one moment in your life, what would it be and why? How would it change who you are now?

I would have never jumped the gun and gotten married at 18. It ended in divorce. A messy and hateful divorce. We are friends now, a great support to one another, but there are things that can’t be forgotten and words that can’t be unspoken even after so many years. We keep them tucked and buried away. We are both there for our daughter. She has a support system that was lacking when she was little.

 

The downside of this would be that I wouldn’t have my daughter.

 

If I never had my daughter, my life wouldn’t be the same at all. I probably would have fallen victim even worse to my mental disorders, been locked away and forgotten. I may not even be alive. I would have never been urge that one little step further to actually publish any of my writings or share my artwork.

 

I would be a sad little woman, probably bitter and cold to everyone, except cats. As a matter of fact, I would truly be a ‘crazy cat lady’ in some derelict neighborhood somewhere.


Whats wrong with me? :[

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So, I know I’ve been pretty quiet lately, other than on my short story sites where I’m posting like a demon to get these short story compilations out. Most of them are already here on this blog, but there are about 30 more over on Jukepop, Wattpad, Tablo, Bublish, Medium, and of course, Niume. Go to Niume. Go to Niume. Read all the stories, drink all the coffee! Go to Niume.

I decided to do a bit of rearranging this weekend. You know me, my bright ideas. BLAGH. I got rid of the loveseat that was here in my office, and then today I was digging through a box to put my lovely pretties on my bookcase tops and whatnot and BAM! Sliced up on arm on something in that box. Dont know what it was, but ironixlly enough, I keep all my medical supplies in there. >.<

So I was bleeding like a stuck pigs, the wound is deep, but not long. I grabbed a dirty handtowel and wrapped it up and went to the ER for stitches. I was there for roughly 3 hours. Maybe longer. I didnt wear my watch, but it felt like forever.

I’m back here at home and not going near that box any time soon.

The office is coming together nicely though. Not that it didnt look smashing before, but it was time for a change. And without the loveseat I have much more floor space for the kitties.

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The kitties on catnip. 🙂

Just thought everyone would like to see the kitties, because…KITTIES!

I’ll be taking it easy and uploading more short stories to Niume and Medium. ~whispers in your ear~ GO READ.

~squishes my loves~

 


One Year Ago: The day my heart shatttered

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One year ago today my heart broken into a million pieces.

 

The loss of my Fat Cat – ChesterAnn – devastated me. The vet had worked weeks to try to pull her through, but in the end, she passed away.

 

My office has become quite the shrine to her memory. And even with getting 3 new cats, there is a void that she left behind.

 

ChesterAnn was like no other cat I have ever had. There will be no other cat with her distinct personality…and personality she had in loads.

 

So today I’ll mope around, look through pictures, talk to the other cats about her. I’ll snivel a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

 

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