...and we're working, we're working...

I had to turn into a slave driver. The Woman kept finding all these things to distract herself with, and my book was not getting written. So for the last few weeks, I've forced her to take copious notes and to listen to all the words I wanted her to type, and then I had to make sure she was going to get them in the right order, and I sent her to Starbucks most days, where she could drink a lot of tea and organize all my thinks into a book.

Wow...that was like I took a page from the Buddah Pest School of Writing's textbook.

Anyhow, we finished the first draft last night. It was all very exciting, and the Woman celebrated by taking her lactose-intolerant self out to get a large chocolate shake, and I got to celebrate with real live fresh dead steak bites and with some crunchy treats the Easter Bunny sent me through Amazon (the Easter Bunny is a GIRL! Did you know that? I did not know that. And I'm kinda glad, because in my head it makes more sense to have a girl Easter bunny.)

(Oh. wait. That was sexist of me. The Easter Bunny is a WOMAN. A lady. A very classy lady, I might add.)

As first drafts go, it's...okay. The bones of the story are strong, but once we got rolling it was like we were barfing up the words onto the page, just to get them out. And even though it's fiction and we got to totally make up a bunch of stuff, we have to go back and smooth out the details, like what happened when, and knowing that is important when you're telling a story that has a little bit of time travel in it.

And doods, you are totally going to like the main character in this book. His name is Wick, and he's a cat, and he tells the story...which means FINALLY a book will get things right.

Starting this weekend (because we're going to take a couple of days off to rest our brains so the thinks we spit out are better) the Woman is getting out her red pen and marking the krap out of the manuscript, and we'll make more notes, and then get down to the super-deep writing.

But man, looking at the notes we already have...there's enough stuff here for 3-4 books. At the rate we write, I have to live to, like, 21 to finish it all. I'm cool with that. If I make it to 21, I get to have beer.

I mean, that must be worth hanging around for, because the Man is always saying Mmmm, beer when he pops a bottle open.

I think I'll try the root kind first.

Happy Birthday Buddah Pest

Today, he's onety-one. Here he is crying, because he hasn't gotten any presents yet.

(Ok no, this is an old picture and he has allergies...)

I did get him 3 toys, but we haven't given him his gifts yet, because he would rather nap than play right now. He'll be more awake this afternoon, and we'll given them to him then. Plus, I think the People are picking up their present to him after lunch (don't tell him,but he's getting a new climbing tower, since he's scratched the bejeezuz out of the other 3 we have...and then he chews on the strings, and they're worried he'll choke of plug his intestines...so he gets a new one.)

This was last year on his birthday. He killed that toy in nothing flat.

And here's his better side.

Happy Birthday, Buddah. Onety-one is a great age. It's the age when you learn to leave the other kitty alone and never again bite or scratch him. For realz.

I did it!

I WON THE BATTLE OF THE CLEAN SHEETS!!! VICTORY IS MINE!!

Bonus: the sheets are white, so while I killed them, I got my furs all over them.Sweeeet. 

Baby, it's cold outside

It's raining pretty hard tonight. I mean, it's been raining off and on all day, but tonight it's coming down hard and it's super windy. The talking heads on TV say that a bunch of tree are down and things got smashed, but so far nothing like that has happened here.

 

I generally like the rain because I have the fireplace and can steal its warms, but I'm not liking all the wind and how it makes the window thingies outside bang against the house. Even the Woman is moaning about how hard it will be to sleep with that noise going on. It's just bang-bang-bang-bang and she can't even go outside and make it stop. For one thing, she'd probably melt (you saw Wizard of Oz, right? You saw what happened to the Wicked Witch of the West.) For another, she can't see in the dark and it's night time. So we get to listen to the noise all night.

 

This is the guy who used to wait on our porch

But worse than that...she looked outside and thought she saw one of the neighborhood introoder cats run by, which means it's stuck outside in pounding rain and heavy wind, and there are no fireplaces out there where it can steal some warms. It's not like I want her to go outside and try to catch it (face it, she's too slow anyway) and bring it inside, because that would result in many toothy deaths and probably a lot of bloodshed, but that doesn't mean I like the idea if it being outside when the weather is like this.

Maybe it'll find our porch. There used to be an introoder kitty who napped there when it was rainy. He hasn't been here in a few years, but the porch has a cover so he could mostly stay dry. He even felt safe enough to take naps...the Woman never bothered him and she would even stop doing noisy things inside so that he would feel ok about being there.

I don't know where he finally went, but I think maybe his people scopped him up and moved. He looked well fed and his furs were nice, and the Woman thought he might be an escape artist that used to live two houses down.

Anyway. It's super rainy, and while I like the rain I hate the noise, and outside there's a kitty that we're going to worry about tonight.