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Five months later...
Feb. 25th, 2004 12:19 amSorry about that, everyone. Time went kind of by.
We had some fun this past few days. Around the end of last week a kitten (well, apparently a six-month-old young cat, but kitten-sized) wandered into our garden, and of course the Countess opened the door and let her in. She was black and white, with brown eyes (I kid you not) and a blue collar with a bell, and a white thumbprint on her back. Well, she made herself right at home, and Wo didn't seem too much bothered, but we were aware that she was most probably someone's pet, so we put cards up in the local newsagent and told our vet that we'd found her.
Over the next few days Little (her use-name: imaginative, wot?) proved herself a thing of beauty and a total cuddleslut. I had forgotten how much fun a young, emotionally unscarred cat could be. I started hoping no-one was going to claim her. So of course someone did. A lady came over from across the road yesterday afternoon to pick up Jess (no, it wasn't a Postman Pat thing, something to do with her daughter's initials). She told us there was another one, very similar but fluffier, called Cass, and that they were kept in the shed with the dog. I refrained from the comment that sprang to my lips, and the lady took Little away.
About half past three last night, the Countess was woken up by one of our regular visiting cats wanting out. As she opened the door, Little bounced in, followed, rather more tentatively, by her brother. They both stayed with us till the lady came over again, slightly put out, to fetch them back. I believe she's keeping them in the house tonight... The Countess is now talking about getting a kitten of our own.
Apart from that, gloom and doom have been continuing pretty much unabated. If September was the last entry, you won't know about my second car crash in twelve months (unless you heard about it elsewhere) when I ran over to see how the other driver was to find him setting the police on to me. We now have another car thanks to a work colleague who was getting rid of it, but probably as a consequence of the accident I've been off work since November with not coping. This, of course, hasn't helped our finances any, as I was counting on doing loads of overtime to make some extra money. The Countess continues to be in lots of pain, and the fact that I'm here to listen to her going ouch is not as much of a help as you might think.
On the plus side, I've finished off one of the Nyrond stories that's been hanging fire for twenty years, and it's come out at a reasonable-sized novel length, and I seem to be collaborating with Soren again. Maybe you do have to suffer to write...
We had some fun this past few days. Around the end of last week a kitten (well, apparently a six-month-old young cat, but kitten-sized) wandered into our garden, and of course the Countess opened the door and let her in. She was black and white, with brown eyes (I kid you not) and a blue collar with a bell, and a white thumbprint on her back. Well, she made herself right at home, and Wo didn't seem too much bothered, but we were aware that she was most probably someone's pet, so we put cards up in the local newsagent and told our vet that we'd found her.
Over the next few days Little (her use-name: imaginative, wot?) proved herself a thing of beauty and a total cuddleslut. I had forgotten how much fun a young, emotionally unscarred cat could be. I started hoping no-one was going to claim her. So of course someone did. A lady came over from across the road yesterday afternoon to pick up Jess (no, it wasn't a Postman Pat thing, something to do with her daughter's initials). She told us there was another one, very similar but fluffier, called Cass, and that they were kept in the shed with the dog. I refrained from the comment that sprang to my lips, and the lady took Little away.
About half past three last night, the Countess was woken up by one of our regular visiting cats wanting out. As she opened the door, Little bounced in, followed, rather more tentatively, by her brother. They both stayed with us till the lady came over again, slightly put out, to fetch them back. I believe she's keeping them in the house tonight... The Countess is now talking about getting a kitten of our own.
Apart from that, gloom and doom have been continuing pretty much unabated. If September was the last entry, you won't know about my second car crash in twelve months (unless you heard about it elsewhere) when I ran over to see how the other driver was to find him setting the police on to me. We now have another car thanks to a work colleague who was getting rid of it, but probably as a consequence of the accident I've been off work since November with not coping. This, of course, hasn't helped our finances any, as I was counting on doing loads of overtime to make some extra money. The Countess continues to be in lots of pain, and the fact that I'm here to listen to her going ouch is not as much of a help as you might think.
On the plus side, I've finished off one of the Nyrond stories that's been hanging fire for twenty years, and it's come out at a reasonable-sized novel length, and I seem to be collaborating with Soren again. Maybe you do have to suffer to write...