I'm feeling better about...
Feb. 28th, 2007 12:03 pmmy recent lull in writing fic/posting to LJ in the wake of the completion of Chapter 11 of FAA. Evidently, my lull was timed perfectly with a lull in the writings of just about everyone else. Woot.
Lull is a funny word...
Anyway, work is kicking my ass, and I have two open houses tonight, plus I've been sending all kinds of e-mails out to houses. I'm thinking I'm gonna have to suck up my guilt issues and give my poor twice-abandoned cat to the humane society. It's just too hard to find a place that takes cats. Poor Cheyenne.
Imagining the conversation with the humane people is pretty funny, though. "Well, she's a great cat; she loves people, kids...Except, she can't be around other cats or small animals because she tries to kill them. Oh, and she's very territorial, so give her lots of space. And, she doesn't like change, so she might throw up all over the place for a while. It'll pass. Oh, and she hates dogs, but if you leave her around a dog for a while, she'll get over it. And she doesn't like to be picked up, you have to let her come to you. She plays with twist ties, but not string, and she likes those little balls with the bells inside, but only in certain moods. She likes to sleep right on my chest, so that I wake up in the middle of the night unable to breathe...Now, be sure to find her a good home."
Lull is a funny word...
Anyway, work is kicking my ass, and I have two open houses tonight, plus I've been sending all kinds of e-mails out to houses. I'm thinking I'm gonna have to suck up my guilt issues and give my poor twice-abandoned cat to the humane society. It's just too hard to find a place that takes cats. Poor Cheyenne.
Imagining the conversation with the humane people is pretty funny, though. "Well, she's a great cat; she loves people, kids...Except, she can't be around other cats or small animals because she tries to kill them. Oh, and she's very territorial, so give her lots of space. And, she doesn't like change, so she might throw up all over the place for a while. It'll pass. Oh, and she hates dogs, but if you leave her around a dog for a while, she'll get over it. And she doesn't like to be picked up, you have to let her come to you. She plays with twist ties, but not string, and she likes those little balls with the bells inside, but only in certain moods. She likes to sleep right on my chest, so that I wake up in the middle of the night unable to breathe...Now, be sure to find her a good home."