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janedavitt) wrote2012-03-06 09:47 am
janedavitt) wrote2012-03-06 09:47 am
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Willow update and other stuff
Thank you for all the lovely messages on the Willow post! I was determined to finish the Goodreads story so I didn't get the chance to reply to them individually. The story hit 16,000 words (not bad for a week) and it's now with the lovely wesleysgirl for beta reading. That much typing has made the ganglion on my wrist swell. Ow.
In other book news, 'Rock and a Hard Place' by Alexa and me, will be out from Loose Id on May 8th. That's the businessmen on a desert island one.
Eleanor and I have started watching The Big Bang Theory now we're all caught up on Modern Family. Heh. Loving it so far, but I was reeling when she said she'd never heard of Roseanne.
Willow has settled, but is still skittish.
Last night David got back around 12.45 p.m. from soccer. I'd already gone to bed; when he has a late game he sleeps in the spare room.
I heard chairs scraping, crashes, bangs, all sounding really loud at that time of night, then a howl. I got up, ran down, thinking Mac and Willow had finally taken it past hissing and Hard Stares, and found David emerging from the cats' room, his hands dripping blood.
Their room has a door into the garage. He'd come through it and then opened the door into the house. Willow dashed out and instead of letting her settle, he chased her.
When he caught her, he wished he hadn't.
This morning she was on her cushion looking demure, then as soon as she saw me, she wriggled behind the tumble dryer and stayed there for two hours. I gave up and edged it out so I could get behind it and grab her. The dryer tube got ripped. She let me pet her, then wanted to go down. I put her on her chair and she stayed there for a nanosecond then ran behind the computer.
And vanished.
Seriously.
Cannot find her. Pfft. Gone.
Thank God the basement door was shut, and all the outside ones, but the bedroom doors were all open (she hadn't ventured up there, so we got sloppy).
I keep searching and calling her name, but at the moment, she's in a pocket dimension of n-space or something.
ETA ETA OMG, as I wrote this I heard purring. She never left the computer desk! She wriggled inside it! I can see her little head poking out of an alcove behind the drawers, about an inch deep! How did she hide in there?
She won't come out though. I have food there to lure her, but she's warm and cosy on all the cables.
wesleysgirl for beta reading. That much typing has made the ganglion on my wrist swell. Ow.In other book news, 'Rock and a Hard Place' by Alexa and me, will be out from Loose Id on May 8th. That's the businessmen on a desert island one.
Eleanor and I have started watching The Big Bang Theory now we're all caught up on Modern Family. Heh. Loving it so far, but I was reeling when she said she'd never heard of Roseanne.
Willow has settled, but is still skittish.
Last night David got back around 12.45 p.m. from soccer. I'd already gone to bed; when he has a late game he sleeps in the spare room.
I heard chairs scraping, crashes, bangs, all sounding really loud at that time of night, then a howl. I got up, ran down, thinking Mac and Willow had finally taken it past hissing and Hard Stares, and found David emerging from the cats' room, his hands dripping blood.
Their room has a door into the garage. He'd come through it and then opened the door into the house. Willow dashed out and instead of letting her settle, he chased her.
When he caught her, he wished he hadn't.
This morning she was on her cushion looking demure, then as soon as she saw me, she wriggled behind the tumble dryer and stayed there for two hours. I gave up and edged it out so I could get behind it and grab her. The dryer tube got ripped. She let me pet her, then wanted to go down. I put her on her chair and she stayed there for a nanosecond then ran behind the computer.
And vanished.
Seriously.
Cannot find her. Pfft. Gone.
Thank God the basement door was shut, and all the outside ones, but the bedroom doors were all open (she hadn't ventured up there, so we got sloppy).
I keep searching and calling her name, but at the moment, she's in a pocket dimension of n-space or something.
ETA ETA OMG, as I wrote this I heard purring. She never left the computer desk! She wriggled inside it! I can see her little head poking out of an alcove behind the drawers, about an inch deep! How did she hide in there?
She won't come out though. I have food there to lure her, but she's warm and cosy on all the cables.
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Oh, and something I learned from Ariel was, if you have a cat who loves to hide, never let her know you've found her hiding place. If you do, she'll probably find another one (which you'll then have to look for). But if you pretend not to know where she is, she can "hide" to her heart's content.
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