Tuesday,
February 13, 2007
Le Chat Noir
It was very, very windy in Plano this morning, so much so that the windows were rattling and I could hear the moan of the wind right through my earplugs. Despite the fact that it was perfect weather for turning over and going back to sleep, I pulled out my earplugs and rubbed my eyes, the cue for the Black and White Cat to saunter up from his position at my feet and demand chin scritches.
Cat cuddling duty done for the morning, I turfed him out of bed, then looked around for JJ. Not in the cat basket, not at Lyndon's feet or anywhere else on the bed (or under it -- I got on hands and knees and checked). Since he's been a bit under the weather lately I got worried and did a fast search through the apartment to find him.
Nada. I finally came back in the bedroom, realized Lyndon's comforter was hanging over the side of the bed, and pulled it up. There was JJ, hiding under the junction between bed and comforter as if to say, "Hey, I saw the Wizard of Oz -- I know what that sounds means, and I'm not going in any basket, okay?"
My poor fragile flower of felinity. I picked him up and held him for a bit to reassure him, then plumped up my comforter into a nest and plopped him down in the middle of it (Jordan having already claimed my knee pillow). JJ looked up at me, then at Jordan, then at the still-sleeping Lyndon, and snuggled into the comforter. I think he figured, "Well, if those two are still here, I guess it's all right."
And I am a sucker of a cat mom. But I do love him so.
As for the Writing Dodge
Words today: 1,516
Words for Novel_in_90: 33,450
Total wordcount: 43,709
43,709 / 90,000
(48.6%)
Happy Writer Dance: not only did I make up the word count for yesterday, I also finished the novella project despite having a stealth cold and having to go find a Whole Foods to get Bach Flower Remedies for my fragile flower of felinity. To quote Lester Burnham, "I RULE."
