Fall-ing

It's so nice the weather has cooled off. I love going outside this time of year, (well anytime of year, really) but my staff person is a little perturbed at me because I keep hearing interesting things on the other side of the fence and make apparently the wrong decision to check them out. Not only that, I've discovered the neighbors garage door doesn't shut all the way, so I've been investigating all the different things in there. Take this morning - staff person let me out, and although usually she comes outside and sits while I patrol the yard, this morning was a bit damp and chilly for her. She stood inside the screen door, but then that black thing made that ringy noise (you know - the one she picks up part of it and talks into all the time) and she went off to see what it wanted. I heard her talking to it and just at that moment was overcome by this need to get on the other side of the fence. Staff person came back out looking for me a few minutes later, but I guess she's on to me. She came out the gate and went immediately to the neighbor's garage, like o-n-e second before I was going to slip in and check things out again. She yelled at me, kinda loudly too, so I decided maybe it really wasn't worth checking their garage out. I scooted back over to the gate and came back in the yard. I guess I blew it though, she snatched me up and brought me back in the house saying, "Back inside for you, Missy." Sigh. Now she won't let me back out. Yep. I blew it.

For the few brief minutes I was outside (gahhh!) it smelled like rain. Staff person says we need it, but I don't like it when it rains. Guess that means I'll be doing a lot of napping today. Oh, speaking of, staff person took this picture of me last week. She had just gotten some clothes out of the thing that makes wet stuff dry, and put them on her bed. She disappeared for a second, and well, heck, they looked like a good place to me! I jumped up and decided to take a nap on those warm clothes that smelled really good. Of course, as soon as she came back she took this picture and then booted me off the bed. Aren't you supposed to SLEEP on a bed? That's all I was trying to do. She's so picky sometimes...sheesh.

Nuttin' Honey

So, all those great leads and interviews and nothing's happened. I'm still in touch with the one person who almost offered me a job, and I think at some point it may turn into something; meanwhile I could really use a positive response from someone/anyone.

Anyway, it's Friday, so enough of that.

I'm thinking more and more of ways to try and get our book published. Some folks know of the book a friend and I wrote; some of you have even had a chance to read parts of it. (Sorry Marian - it's coming, I promise!) I've had positive feedback and then some negative feedback as well, so we're reassessing things. My nephew thinks we should try and publish it online - he says it's good. Someone else thinks we need to turn it into a 30 minute tv show. Everyone agrees it's funny - it just needs editing. I'd just like to have someone I don't know at all (oh, you know, like an editor...) edit it and then we could maybe publish it as a book and see where it goes from there. (J.K. Rowling - we want to be just like her!) I think it's pretty funny - it makes me laugh out loud when I go back and read it. I'm sure all writers think their stuff is the great American novel, but I do think it's good. My cousin says it's hard to be creative and easy to be a critic. (I don't take criticism very well, apparently.) My co-author and I think a lot alike except she's a little more a charter member of the grammar police than I am. I just read about 50 pages of an unbelievably bad book and tossed it in the trash. I can't believe it even got published - and our stuff is so much better! And the thing is, we have so much more to write, we're writing new sections for the next book - we can't even seem get the first one edited and have almost a hundred pages written on the next one. Go figure.

Patooie!

So, I guess you read how my staff person didn't give me any food after midnight one night, or water, and then next morning cruelly tossed me into that @^#$ carrier and carted me off to the vet? I gave her my most piteous cries on the way there, but she just gripped the steering wheel real hard and kept driving. Once there, instead of going in the little exam room with me, she...she.... abandoned me! Someone took me back where they keep the riff-raff of petdom and took me out of the carrier and put me in a CAGE! I was so shocked I didn't even think to fight back! After a couple of hours they caught me unawares and stuck me with something and then I got reallllllly sleepy and decided to take a nap.

When I woke up I had a bandage on my leg, and discovered they'd even shaved some of my fur off underneath the bandage! And my teeth hurt. I don't know what's up with that, but they did feel funny-like - kinda sore, ya know? I was still in the cage and feeling groggy, but nothing like the last time I was here. After another couple of hours (and, okay, a couple more naps), they took me out of the cage and opened the door to my carrier. I ran in there lickity-split and the door shut and I finally felt safe. A few minutes later I was picked up and carried through a door back out to the front and I heard MOM! Er, I mean, my STAFF PERSON! I could just barely see her through the air holes, but was sure glad to see her, 'cos I sorta knew that meant I was going home. The vet came out and talked with her a while - telling her he only used a half dose of something and that I did just fine. He also said I probably wouldn't want anything to eat that night. Was he nutz? I hadn't eaten in 16 hours - I was starving! I meowed at her to 'get me the heck outta here', and finally we left.

At home when she let me out of the carrier, I went straight for the food bowl; now filled with food. My mouth felt a little funny, but I was too hungry to care and chowed down about half the bowl. Won't want to eat! HA! Then it was time for a nap. I stayed a little miffed at her for a couple of days, but then relented. She does love me; I'm pretty sure of that. And for a staff person, she's not all that bad. If I could just get her to NOT take me to see that vet guy I'd be a happy kitty.