I have been reminded on Twitter that today is International Cat Day.
So with that, I give you ALL THE CATS!
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Saturday, August 8, 2020
Friday, December 13, 2019
Getting To the End of a Year 2019 Edition
This is also in some respects the end of a Decade (2010-19) and time to not only review a year but review an era.
I started off 2010 unemployed as a librarian, struggling to find even part-time work, not getting back into the profession until 2013 where I've been thankfully for the last six years.
Writing-wise, I've been keeping up with NaNo here, a few short story submissions there, two self-published books (one an anthology, the other a set of political essays) but still nowhere close to a full-scale novel to call my own.
There's been a lot of personal changes along the way. Sad ones, like the loss of my kittehs Page (died 2011) and Tehya (died 2013)... but good ones, like the arrival of Ocean (literally on my doorstep Halloween night 2013) and Mal (literally as a litter during the Fourth Quarter of the Denver vs. Seattle Super Bowl 2014).
Still coping with depression, with anxiety, with a meager social life, heading into 2020 coping with major surgery that still needs to get scheduled so I can know exactly when to go into full panic mode before the doctors hit me over the head with a hamma to knock me unconscious.
There's more to say before the end of the year - still have to type up a Year End's Book Reviews - and we'll see about me taking care of a writing project soon, very soon.
In the meantime, I've barely done any Christmas shopping for Saturnalia. Shame, Witty... shame...
I started off 2010 unemployed as a librarian, struggling to find even part-time work, not getting back into the profession until 2013 where I've been thankfully for the last six years.
Writing-wise, I've been keeping up with NaNo here, a few short story submissions there, two self-published books (one an anthology, the other a set of political essays) but still nowhere close to a full-scale novel to call my own.
There's been a lot of personal changes along the way. Sad ones, like the loss of my kittehs Page (died 2011) and Tehya (died 2013)... but good ones, like the arrival of Ocean (literally on my doorstep Halloween night 2013) and Mal (literally as a litter during the Fourth Quarter of the Denver vs. Seattle Super Bowl 2014).
Still coping with depression, with anxiety, with a meager social life, heading into 2020 coping with major surgery that still needs to get scheduled so I can know exactly when to go into full panic mode before the doctors hit me over the head with a hamma to knock me unconscious.
There's more to say before the end of the year - still have to type up a Year End's Book Reviews - and we'll see about me taking care of a writing project soon, very soon.
In the meantime, I've barely done any Christmas shopping for Saturnalia. Shame, Witty... shame...
Monday, October 31, 2016
Anniversary with Ocean the Wiggle Cat
Today is the three-year anniversary for me when it comes to my tuxedo kitteh Ocean.
Back in 2013, on Halloween eve without any trick-or-treaters knocking at my apartment door, instead I had gotten a tiny mewling and hungry kitteh, who quickly bonded to me and pretty much wiggled her way into my heart.
My first pet cat Tehya had just passed away a few weeks before, leaving me heartbroken and not entirely sure I could care for another cat. But Wiggles insisted on being my kitteh, so by Thanksgiving time - which is another sad anniversary time because that's when Page's skin cancer got worse back in 2011 and... and... - I took the effort to bring this new tuxedo kitteh to a vet for a checkup and adoption as Ocean.
And of course that all led to baby kittehs, and keeping Mal the Crazy Cat, and dealing with hissing fights between Ocean and Mal the last few weeks, and...
Sigh.
But then Ocean hops up on my chest and purrs away and wriggles back and forth looking for rubs and I find myself content.
Back in 2013, on Halloween eve without any trick-or-treaters knocking at my apartment door, instead I had gotten a tiny mewling and hungry kitteh, who quickly bonded to me and pretty much wiggled her way into my heart.
My first pet cat Tehya had just passed away a few weeks before, leaving me heartbroken and not entirely sure I could care for another cat. But Wiggles insisted on being my kitteh, so by Thanksgiving time - which is another sad anniversary time because that's when Page's skin cancer got worse back in 2011 and... and... - I took the effort to bring this new tuxedo kitteh to a vet for a checkup and adoption as Ocean.
And of course that all led to baby kittehs, and keeping Mal the Crazy Cat, and dealing with hissing fights between Ocean and Mal the last few weeks, and...
Sigh.
But then Ocean hops up on my chest and purrs away and wriggles back and forth looking for rubs and I find myself content.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Caturday for the 4th of July!
Who wants pics!
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| Tehya the Pretty Kitty! |
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| Page the Silly Kitty |
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| Ocean the Wiggle Cat! |
Saturday, December 14, 2013
200th Post: Also, Caturday. Also, New Cat
For my 200th post on this blog, here's a picture of a cat.
This is the cleanest picture I can get at the moment. The cat is damn wiggly.
The month before Halloween, Tehya my Pretty Kitty developed a severe case of lung cancer and I didn't realize it until it was too late the week before.
It had been two years since I lost Page my Silly Kitty to skin cancer, the Monday before Thanksgiving.
On Halloween night, sitting around my apartment complex - in an empty place - wondering where all the trick-or-treaters were, I hear this meowing. At the base of the stairs was this little kitten, clearly hungry, wanting attention and food and love.
With nothing else to do, I raced out to Publix for packets of cat food, paper plates to put 'em, and put the food out.
A trio of cats emerged from the bushes to partake, and before I knew it me and my neighbors had settled into taking care of two cats, the meowy kitten and an older (by a year) grey cat. Both of them were literally skin and bones. We fatted them up and they were content.
The black-and-white kitten quickly grew brave and learned to race up the stairs to my apartment, and finagled his/her way in past the door to check my place out and recognize I had cat toys still about, and got to wiggling about on the floor contented and purring.
After more than a month of doing this and finding out no one else had reported a missing kitten or twelve, of figuring out the poor things were most likely abandoned - ferals are NEVER this friendly - and in need of a home, noting I only had the budget for one cat to join me, I succumbed to the inevitable that the kitten I had nicknamed Wiggle was my cat, and took him/her today to the vet to proceed adopting it.
The nurses told me Wiggle was a girl cat.
Wiggle is more nickname than name. I needed a good girl cat name. The nurses suggested I get one from a book.
My smartphone has ebooks on it. I opened up my Nook reader and the first book up was by Neil Gaiman.
Her name is now Ocean. If you've read Neil's book, you'd know why.
My Wiggle Cat.
The month before Halloween, Tehya my Pretty Kitty developed a severe case of lung cancer and I didn't realize it until it was too late the week before.
It had been two years since I lost Page my Silly Kitty to skin cancer, the Monday before Thanksgiving.
On Halloween night, sitting around my apartment complex - in an empty place - wondering where all the trick-or-treaters were, I hear this meowing. At the base of the stairs was this little kitten, clearly hungry, wanting attention and food and love.
With nothing else to do, I raced out to Publix for packets of cat food, paper plates to put 'em, and put the food out.
A trio of cats emerged from the bushes to partake, and before I knew it me and my neighbors had settled into taking care of two cats, the meowy kitten and an older (by a year) grey cat. Both of them were literally skin and bones. We fatted them up and they were content.
The black-and-white kitten quickly grew brave and learned to race up the stairs to my apartment, and finagled his/her way in past the door to check my place out and recognize I had cat toys still about, and got to wiggling about on the floor contented and purring.
After more than a month of doing this and finding out no one else had reported a missing kitten or twelve, of figuring out the poor things were most likely abandoned - ferals are NEVER this friendly - and in need of a home, noting I only had the budget for one cat to join me, I succumbed to the inevitable that the kitten I had nicknamed Wiggle was my cat, and took him/her today to the vet to proceed adopting it.
The nurses told me Wiggle was a girl cat.
Wiggle is more nickname than name. I needed a good girl cat name. The nurses suggested I get one from a book.
My smartphone has ebooks on it. I opened up my Nook reader and the first book up was by Neil Gaiman.
Her name is now Ocean. If you've read Neil's book, you'd know why.
My Wiggle Cat.
Friday, November 1, 2013
I Miss Tehya and Page This Time Around for NaNoWriMo
I'm glancing about the room as I type, looking at the spots Tehya would be sitting while I worked on the laptop.
When I lived in New Port Richey doing the NaNo writings at home, I would be at the dining room table, and Page would on occasion hop onto the table and sniff around, working her way towards the laptop before I would pick her up and rub her belly until she would wriggle free and meow in frustration at me. Tehya would usually find a spot underfoot and stay there.
I have no muse at the moment. I must write now with a sad heart.
I miss my kitties.
When I lived in New Port Richey doing the NaNo writings at home, I would be at the dining room table, and Page would on occasion hop onto the table and sniff around, working her way towards the laptop before I would pick her up and rub her belly until she would wriggle free and meow in frustration at me. Tehya would usually find a spot underfoot and stay there.
I have no muse at the moment. I must write now with a sad heart.
I miss my kitties.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Why I Failed NaNoWriMo This Year
Well...
1) Personal issues such as the loss of my poor Silly Kitty Page, whose cancer got bad enough to take her to the vet for one last visit...
2) Problems with my story's narrative, even with trying to correct some of the character introductions and opening action scenes. Things felt heavy-handed or operating on poor assumptions.
3) Chronic Depressive Mood and growing stress from job-hunting as I close in on my third year of full unemployment... :(
All apologies. I am thinking of getting some short stories or novella-type work done in the coming days.
1) Personal issues such as the loss of my poor Silly Kitty Page, whose cancer got bad enough to take her to the vet for one last visit...
2) Problems with my story's narrative, even with trying to correct some of the character introductions and opening action scenes. Things felt heavy-handed or operating on poor assumptions.
3) Chronic Depressive Mood and growing stress from job-hunting as I close in on my third year of full unemployment... :(
All apologies. I am thinking of getting some short stories or novella-type work done in the coming days.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Personal News: About My Cat Page
Page the Silly Kitty, I call her.
I adopted Page thanks to the help of an old workplace friend Judi (she's now helping with the Cat Rescue group in Broward County) back in 2001. So she's roughly 10 years old this year.
Sad thing is, I found a lump on her side a few months. Finally got her into the vet's, hoping that it was just an inflammation from the booster shots she got back in November...
It wasn't. It came back as a kind of carcinoma. A cancer. And it was growing past the skin and bits of muscle that the vet had cut out. Meaning we probably didn't get all of it.
She's suffering through the humiliation of the cone collar this past week, and my older cat Tehya is throwing more of a hissy fit that usual at Page (vet says it's because Tehya can smell something different about Page). She doesn't seem to understand why I'm whispering to her more than usual, at most all she's hoping for is the day I get that cone off her neck...
Hug your kitties when you can.
Our pets never live as long as we want them to.
I adopted Page thanks to the help of an old workplace friend Judi (she's now helping with the Cat Rescue group in Broward County) back in 2001. So she's roughly 10 years old this year.
Sad thing is, I found a lump on her side a few months. Finally got her into the vet's, hoping that it was just an inflammation from the booster shots she got back in November...
It wasn't. It came back as a kind of carcinoma. A cancer. And it was growing past the skin and bits of muscle that the vet had cut out. Meaning we probably didn't get all of it.
She's suffering through the humiliation of the cone collar this past week, and my older cat Tehya is throwing more of a hissy fit that usual at Page (vet says it's because Tehya can smell something different about Page). She doesn't seem to understand why I'm whispering to her more than usual, at most all she's hoping for is the day I get that cone off her neck...
Hug your kitties when you can.
Our pets never live as long as we want them to.
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