Well, it’s official. Once a cat sleeps on a manuscript, it’s all over. She’s now my cat. Or I’m her writer.
He Has a Hard Life, Y'know.
Really, he does. It’s exhausting sleeping all day.
What's a Camera?
Aurora, asking earnestly.
& A Very Happy Birthday to my mom, who turns 76 today. & To my nephew, who turns 31.
What is She Doing?!
I often think the boys think of Aurora as “the orange thing.” Because they know we’re cats, & they’re cats, but she’s just not like any of us. This is them watching her do something odd.
Queen Aurora
Not only is she starting to feel at home, she’s starting to feel like she owns the place.
He is So Bored of Winter, Already
Working Cat
Sometimes he just gets carried away with his self-cleaning and works on me, instead.
Two of Her
Cute, big-eyed, sweet little angel Aurora.
And then, her alter-ego:
Endymion, Parsing His List of Resolutions
So what are yours?!
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Mine?
Sign new book contract.
Lose 25 lbs.
Be cool & groovy.
Learn to talk about things other than gender.
Have more sex.
Worry about money less. Or make more. Whichever comes first.
Workout 3x/week.
Stuff like that. But mostly:
Write a really great book.
While We're at DO…
… we thought Aurora should keep you company. She’s sitting here with two favorite toys: 1) the self-made ball o’foil on a string, and 2) my bullwhip. No-one should be surprised that the bullwhip is her favorite toy, since we found her at DO, after all.
(The bullwhip, btw, was not given to me for any reasons you’d imagine. In fact it was given to me by a friend who went to Turkey, and who thought of me when she saw it – because I am a huge Raiders of the Lost Ark fan. Perverts.)