Daily Archives: May 13, 2015

All The Cats

JuJuBee Mabee

JuJuBee Mabee

Those of you who have more than one pet in the house know how favorites can be picked by those pets….  how one person will get all the attention from one particular animal and be ignored by the other(s), or how each animal tries to commandeer your attention and keep you from paying attention to the other pet(s).  The ins and outs of high school cliques must have their inspiration from how pets handle their humans.

Three cats live at our house: two inside, one outside.  The two inside kitties, JuJuBee and Flufflepuff, are supposedly by son’s cats.  Well, JuJuBee is, except when she wants the food dish filled at 4am  or when she needs to makes sure I’m tucked into bed at night and wants to make sure my neck is warm by laying across it (which was a lot more comfortable when she was a kitten).

Flufflepuff Mabee in his glory

Flufflepuff Mabee in his glory

Flufflepuff and our outdoor cat, Mr. Kitty,  seem to have adopted me as their human as well.  I would like to call them Yin Yang cats, but…  their stories are too similar.

Flufflepuff is JuJuBee’s brother.  He’s nothing like her.  Where she’s brazen and convinced that everything is for her to enjoy, Fluffle is terrified of pretty much any sound, movement,… probably even thought.  We’ve had him in the house for about a year now…  the first several months we had to keep him in a dog kennel because we needed to know we could catch him for vet visits, neutering, etc.  Two months ago, I finally was able to touch him without bleeding (profusely).    Now…  he follows me around the house, begs me for hugs, and oh…  the purring.


Mr. Kitty does NOT like the flash

Mr. Kitty was (still is mostly) a feral cat that had latched onto our house because I leaving food outside for our rebel-without-a-clue cat, Stimpy (who died last year from… well, choosing to go outside during really bad snowstorms and old age).  I can pet Mr. Kitty; he runs in terror when anyone else comes within sight, then “mrrps” (quite pitifully, I might add) at me when he gets brave enough to come out.  He too follows me around, gets under foot, and the purring…

If the studies really are true about purring…  I am one of the healthiest women alive.

I also feel… well, spread thin sometimes.  The two furry gentlemen in my life are pretty possessive.  When I go out to feed Mr. Kitty, he will dance, and hug, and purr, and basically show me how wonderful he thinks I am, complete with mice, moles, birds, etc. and a tail full of burdock seeds (and probably ticks) to decorate all my clothing.  When I go to bed, I am drowned in cats and am woken to wet noses on my face as the sun rises…   Fluffle and the Jellybelly Girl (my nickname for JuJuBee) literally take turns demanding attention.  It’s sweet, and normal…  it’s what cats (and people) do.

It’s a social animal thing, and the fact that it can make me feel so emotionally weary sometimes makes me wonder…  am I not a social animal?

Just wondering….  It’s not ask if I want to get rid of any of the furry folk at our house.  If Mr. Kitty misses one of his usual three to four visits a day, I worry about whether he got hit by a car (I’d bring him inside, but there are… issues involved).   Fluffle and Belly make great foot warmers, and they love to play together so much, just watching them brings joy.

But it does make me wonder…

Anyway, it’s time for the “real” reason I’m writing this post… a:

ROW80 Check-in

ROW80LogocopyA lot of false starts the last few days…

Of my original goals, I met each one at least once, but I missed a day here and there on every one.

  • Writing, I managed one day of new fiction, scoring about 250 new words.
  • Time with characters/storyworld — a bit better here.  I managed something each day, and today at while walking on the track, I came up with a cool scene for Alanii’s training in the Guard
  • Pushups/general fitness — Swimming Monday, some walking yesterday, push-up training plus track and swimming today…

Of my added on goals…

  • time with camera daily…  not only on target, but I think I got some amazing shots
  • French and German daily 10 minutes — I missed yesterday and I’m behind on my German even more.  I need to spend another 5 minutes to get on track today
  • MOOCs…  no progress.

So, not a bad check-in.  Could be better, but…  it’s still mostly moving ahead.  That’s my ROW80 check-in.  There are other ROWers out there who need your support and would love a visit.  Find them here!

Let Them Pass

WIPpet Wednesday again? It seems like it was just last week that I–Oh, yeah, it was just last week, wasn’t it?  *blushes*

Anyway, I do have something to share with you all.  Once again, I have drawn from the Was Long Variation, probably the last piece of that I’ll be posting for a while if all goes according to plan (or unless people stage protests).  Eight, mostly small paragraphs…  Five for May minus thirteen for the day (5-13=8).  Our POV character here is Alanii; he’s talking with his physician about whether he should (or rather shouldn’t have) done something:

“He’d recover sooner.  Before you start berating yourself, don’t.  Captain Mirniia won’t be fit for duty in less time than it’ll take for us to leave this room.  If you hadn’t taken a second capsule, we’d have all three of you in bed.

Even empty, it speaks of pain and suffering

And if Fate agreed with the man, the door burst open with several Center staff rolling in another bed. On it, Valistii thrashed back and forth under the restraining straps that held him to the bed. The man’s convulsive motions more than once threatened to tip the platform over on its side. But if Valistii had any sense of the danger he posed to himself and the men and women helping him, Alanii could see no sign. The man’s eyes were open, focused on nothing, shot with blood and tears. The man’s face with twisted in terror and pain.

Alanii glanced at Koru. The man was already at his patient’s side placing a cautious hand over the Hastor’s temple and pulse points. After a few seconds, the physician waved to one of his assistants. “Get me 1 cc ADAS and prepare him for a drip.” The man’s expression turned grim. He went back and checked something on Kieri.

The younger man was equally straining now, despite his weakened state.

Alanii watched unable to even feel the horror he knew lay behind what he was seeing. Without announcing himself, he left the room. Why didn’t he feel lucky?

He started to head up to the isolab where they’d hooked up the cryotube from Audric’s ship. Behind him, the door opened quickly. “Sire, don’t leave. The Senior says he needs your help.”

He turned to look at the nurse with a baleful eyes. Koru needed his help… He could imagine for what. Even under the effect of the capsules, the Call existed. Or at least his remnants of it.

“Tell the Senior to let them pass in peace. I won’t condone torture, even for their lives.”

And there you go… Don’t know about you all, but I have a bad feeling about what happens next. Question is… do you want more of this story, or will you be happy to get back into Courting the Swan Song (I really, really need to get working on that)?

Either way, let’s all cheer our WIPpet Wrangler, KLSchwengel over at My Random Muse.  And if you would, take some time to visit the other WIPpeteers over at our linky.  Enjoy stories and fun…  Wednesday-style.