The Case of the Disappearing Donut

Jinkies! I think I found a clue.

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The culprit was none other than…this guy!

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Random Things Lumped Together in One Blog Post

Guess what comes out tomorrow. Guess! Destiny Rise of Iron. I’ve had it preordered for a while now, so I am really, really excited to finally get to play it. There will be no evening walk or other physical activity tomorrow. If I do make dinner, it will probably be peanut butter sandwiches, because my fat butt is going to be plopped in front of the television, zoned in on a video game like the grownup child I am. YES!!!

In other news, Bleu, the new kitten, is a giant jerkface. He’s a wonderful, sweet, crazy cat child, who bolts from one end of the house to the other. He climbs the furniture and leaps from one piece to the next like it’s all his personal cat playground.

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I really forgot what having a kitten is like. I got so used to older cats, who know manners and commands, that I took all that for granted. This week, we’re working on not scratching faces because scratching faces is bad and also not sniffing visitors’ crotches. I thought that was just a dog thing. Apparently not.

We’re also working on NOT BITING CORDS. He has officially broken one mouse and the cord on a really nice pair of headphones. Luckily, the headphone cord is replaceable.

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Sorry for the blurry picture. He’s hard to catch.

I do love him, though. He is SO sweet when he isn’t running amok.

Rapid subject change. I forgot to mention the other day that I put a copy of Love and the Dark in a Little Free Library. Here’s a pic.

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Again, sorry for the crappiness of the picture. I was not on my photography game.

If you don’t know what the Little Free Library is, it’s a network of outside book boxes and people put books in and they borrow them and, hopefully, bring them back when they’re done. I plan to leave more books in other boxes, but it’s just this one for the moment.

I also got this really cool book at the library (the regular library) called A Burglar’s Guide to the City by Geoff Manaugh. It’s pretty interesting. The parts that I’ve read so far have been about burglars in history. Reading it has made me decide that one of my future book characters is going to be a thief. She was going to be a journalist, but a thief posing as a journalist is way more interesting, I think.

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That’s all the randomness I have for you today. There will likely be more in the future but not tomorrow, because tomorrow is Destiny day.

Aaannd Bleu just jumped on and then knocked over the kitchen trashcan.

 

 

 

 

 

A Broken Car, a Flooded Basement, a Dead Tree Book, and a New Kitty, But Not in that Order

The last few days have been crazy and weird, good but not all good. Over the weekend, we adopted a new kitten, had a car break down, and our basement flooded. The flood and the car weren’t too bad. The car issue was quickly resolved. The basement flood was not. We still have some very wet carpet.

And it’s still raining, so my whole life feels a little waterlogged at the moment. Drive to work in the rain, listen to the rain all day, drive home in the rain, worry about wet basement when I get home. Rain, rain, rain. I think I need an ark.

The new baby is very sweet. We picked him up from the animal shelter in Indy on Friday. They were overcrowded and having a special. We have been thinking about getting a new cat anyway, so this was a good opportunity.

Here he is.

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His name is Bleu. He is very, very sweet. As I was trying to pet the cat in the cage diagonal from his, he was reaching through the bars for me.

He is  also very, very energetic. He bolts from one side of the house to the other and climbs furniture and jumps on tables and knocks things off. He’s a curious boy and currently gets into everything. We haven’t had a kitten in over a decade, so having him around has required some adjustments.

Sneaker, our grouchy, old lady cat, is not handling his presence very well. She should be used to having another cat around because she lived with Max for so long. Apparently, she does not have the same patience for a baby. We’ve had a lot of literal hissy fits.

In other news, Love and the Dark is now available in print through CreateSpace. Click here if you would like to see and/or order it.

I’ll have some copies available at an upcoming author fair I plan to attend in September. I’ll post a link for that soon.

 

 

 

Lately

Hey, what’s up? I have pictures of things. Last week, the boy was at Boy Scout camp all week. The girl works all the time and the husband often takes evening naps. That left me with a crazy amount of alone time. Most of that was spent playing Skyrim (ESO online, which is not technically called Skyrim but I call it Skyrim anyway) and hanging out with the animals.

The in-house animal population currently consists of Sneaker the cat and Merlin, the girl’s bearded dragon. There’s also a fish (the Captain) but he’s in my daughter’s room, therefore not in a location to be good company.

I feel bad for Merlin. He hangs out in his cage and sleeps a lot. He really likes snuggles, and I think it makes him sad to be alone so much. Yes, a lizard enjoys snuggles. He curls up like a little, scaly cat, and falls asleep on a person or near a person. It’s pretty much adorable.

Not only does he like snuggles, he enjoys watching trees. I got him out one night to feed him and decided to give him a window seat.

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Then Sneaker came in and started nosing around his chair. She knew he was up there, so she didn’t want to actually jump up onto the chair. I got her a chair of her own and put her on it. This was the scene.

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They hung out in this way for about half an hour. It was strange and funny and made being almost alone a bit more tolerable.

Current writing status: making notes for a book/novella that I should not be writing at this moment because I have other, more important things to write. Writing is the most fun when I feel like I should be working on something else.

Max

If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you probably known about my cat, Max. He looks like this.

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Max isn’t doing so hot. He’s about 15 years old, which is the average lifespan of your average cat. A week or two ago, I had to take him to the vet. They diagnosed him with a uti and gave him like a gallon of antibiotics, which I’m still giving him. Seriously. It’s the never-ending bottle. And they gave him some valium, which I crush up and put in the antibiotics.

I have a plunger that looks like a syringe with no needle, and I have to basically shoot this stuff in his mouth. He doesn’t like it. I don’t like doing it. I’m pretty sure he isn’t happy with me.

The vet also ran some tests and found stage 4 kidney failure and hyperthyroidism. He then perscribed fluids and injections. I did the second iv (the first I had to do by myself) and injection last night, and it was awkward. I didn’t do it all of the way right. I forgot how to open the switch on the iv at first and I forgot to put pressure on the injection point, so the stuff just kind of squirted back out.

He was a good boy about it, and the process wasn’t too traumatic. He let me hold him after we finished, which made me simultaneously happy that he didn’t hate me for sticking him with needles and worried because it could mean he just doesn’t have any fight in him anymore.

I’m conflicted about the whole medication thing. I don’t know whether I’m helping him feel slightly better or whether I’m prolonging his suffering. He hasn’t been eating as well the last 5 or 6 days and he just keeps getting skinnier.

I wish I could ask him what he wants. That would make me feel infinitely better. I also hope he knows that I’m trying to help him. I don’t want him to think I’m punishing him for something or just generally tormenting him.

I do know that unless he is writhing in pain and yowling, I don’t want to have him put down. I don’t have any problem with people who do that. I know sometimes it’s the best option. But if I don’t have to, I would rather he get what he may have left. I can’t take that away from him.

He doesn’t seem to be suffering too much. I know that he is, but outwardly, his demeanor, aside from being a little miffed at me, hasn’t changed too much, so we have that, for now.

I realize there are much bigger problems in the world than my silly, old cat, but in my insignificant corner of the world, he is very important people.