I’ve spent most of the day on the phone with various family members. The problem with getting in touch with people you haven’t spoken to in years is that you get caught up in catching up, and then all your cunning plans for finishing Los Links go right out the door. I could do it tonight, but I’m not gonna. Got fiction writing to do.
I’ll have them out sometime during the day. In the meantime, I shall distract you once again with my cute cat.
This is her idea of being an aid to the creative process. Isn’t she cute? You can even, if you look closely, spot the bright white spot on my arm where she bit me once. She is the reason I will never ever own a tiger or other wild cat. That temptation, never strong, ended the day we were playing and she nearly bit my arm in half during a moment of enthusiasm.
People wonder why I love such a violent little beast. But I mean, really, it’s hard not to love this face:
And she doesn’t bite nearly so hard as she used to. She’s merely quasi-evil now.