Got You!

The major news in my life is that after months of attempting to trap this little scamp, I finally succeeded!

Probably already pregnant again...

I'm glad I got her when I did because it's no fun sitting around for hours in this heat. (It was over 100 F today.)

She has a spay appointment on Wednesday. Until then, she is staying in a huge dog crate in my bedroom.

I've kept other feral cats using this arrangement. Normally, I can clean the litter box and swap in fresh food and water while the cat stays as far away from me as possible. This girl ran toward me and almost made it out the cage door this evening. I might have to work on adding a mid-cage barrier so I can safely block her in the back while I clean.

Six more days. I can handle six more days.

Other Foster Stuff

Rooster, the black kitten I trapped in the alley a couple weeks ago (and the feral girl's son), has gone back to the shelter to get neutered and adopted. He's a good boy.

Rooster, the alarm clock with no snooze button

Eight of the remaining 13 kittens should be going back next week. Theoretically, that should mean the bathroom will be free, but the shelter is overflowing with kittens who need fostered at the moment, so I'll probably end up coming home with a new bunch. The other five kittens have a date two weeks after that. But plans often shift

Nimbus is technically done with his FIP treatment, but he's going to be a difficult adoption and — as mentioned previously — there's no space at the shelter. So he'll stay here and babysit kittens for a while.

Francis Noodle has figured out how to get into the recording booth, which I'm not super happy about since he poops involuntarily and that closet has a yoga mat to keep the floor from echoing. But if I lock him in the big dog crate when he's not being watched, he has a tantrum and spills his food and water. It's a good thing he's so cute. (As I write this, he's trying to catch a fly in the office and I'm probably going to hell for laughing at the cat who can't walk very well throwing himself around the room.)

Writing Stuff

I have finished the initial draft of the starfish-shifter murder mystery short story ("Sleeping with the Fishes") that will be going out to my Patreon supporters in the next day or two. I have written the plan for revisions for the next Penelope Standing book, and I'll set up the pre-order this week so I can put a link in the next newsletter. And then I'll get back to writing the next Floodmouth book.

BUT ALSO! The 2026 Mysterious Murders Contest is open for submissions! This year, they are looking for locked room murder mysteries. Stories need to be in English, under 3k words, and not produced by AI. There's no entry fee and the prize amounts are huge. Seriously. I won first prize last year. It's an amazing event.

Writing to Market... or Not

Okay, so one of my critique partners is writing a wolf-shifter romance series (under a pen name) and all that marketing advice just... works... when you're writing in a popular genre. I am happy for her and I can't wait for her income to skyrocket.

I'll probably never see that kind of monetary success. I like the books I write and there are more than a few people who buy every book the second I release it, but I'm unlikely to ever make it onto the bestseller lists. That's because the Venn diagram of books the majority of people want to read and books that I want to write are two separate circles. Even when I try, things go completely off the rails.

For example: Instead of a wolf-shifter romance, I'm writing a murder mystery involving a starfish-shifter. Because the idea of chopping up a starfish shifter and throwing the pieces overboard only to have multiple clones of the shifter come out of the ocean later is hilarious! But it's not really what the wolf-shifter romance crowd is looking for.

It's okay. I may have to find a day job at some point, but at least I keep myself amused.

In other writing/marketing news, Jeanne over on the Necromancy Never Pays blog (great name!) wrote a lovely review of The Portal Storms series.

Foster Updates

I finally trapped the black kitten in the alley over the weekend. Yay! His mom remains at large, but I have plans... Anyhow, I have named the little boy Rooster because he is an alarm clock with no snooze button. He starts crying about being alone the minute the sky lightens. He has another week of quarantine, so apparently I'm getting up at 5:30 AM every day now.

The eight elemental kittens moved into the room with Nimbus (who loves the kittens), and they are all on the kitten cam. So now I have a new office cat, Francis Noodle. He, like Nimbus and Lulu, has presumptive FIP and has difficulty walking. Hopefully he will improve during his stay here.

Isn't he a gorgeous boy?

Another Battalion in the Kitten Army

Before I forget!

I uploaded the final segment of season one of the Witches Advice Column that Maria Schneider and I did. Enjoy!

(I'll update the graphics when I start working on season two.)

Bursting at the Seams

There's one more reason the shelter calls me directly to take kittens — I only live a few miles away. There are foster homes all over the county, but for some that means a 45 minute drive.

Anyhow, that explains why I picked up kittens #9-13 on Saturday. They came in right before the shelter closed for a holiday weekend, and I was nearby. Luckily, these guys are easy. They're weaned, and their upper respiratory gunk is mild. The biggest issue is going to be socialization — three of the five run and hide when I appear — but my secret weapon (Elisabeth) is making extra trips to my house to help.

The other problem is that I need to come up with five more names. I really need to start making lists when it's not kitten season. Sleep deprivation makes it hard to be creative.

Also present in the house:

Little blind kitten Sunburst, who is almost finished with quarantine. She is now eating solid food with the aid of the emotional support spoon, so maybe she'll be completely weaned in the next week.

The seven elementals who are eating some food but also going through eight bottles of formula every day. They might also be weaned within a week.

Raindrop and Foghorn

Skylark, Cloudberry, Stardew, Moonshine, and Mistbow

And finally, Nimbus. He's sad because Lulu went back to the shelter for adoption last week. I may let him hang out with the elementals because he shouldn't be infectious and he loves being around other cats.

And now? 

With a house full of foster kittens, what am I doing at this very moment in time?

Yes, that's right, I'm trying to get MORE kittens. Or rather, one kitten and its mom.

After not seeing any kittens for five weeks, I'd come to the conclusion that none of the babies had survived. But then last night I saw a little black kitten when I was returning from a walk. And this morning mom and that black kitten walked by while I was sitting here. So it's back to hanging out in the alley watching the trap. At least the weather is nice enough.

"Sleep is for the Weak"

(The title is a direct quote from fellow foster mom Jennifer. Yes, it was sarcasm.)

Life stuff

What's better than two tiny kittens? Seven tiny kittens!

(Note: this does not actually scale.)

Here are the other five. They all still need names.

Yes, after a sleep-deprived weekend with the previously mentioned duo (code names: Stardew and Moonshine), I picked up another five who are just a couple days younger. Everyone is now about two weeks old, so feedings have moved from every two hours to every three hours, which is a huge improvement.

Would I still kill someone to get an uninterrupted night's sleep? On the advice of my lawyer, I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it might incriminate me.

Writing stuff

I have a new book coming out on the 16th! Woohoo!

The Dragon's Librarian and Other Stories is a collection of short stories that I've written for my Patreon supporters over the last few years. What kind of stories, you ask?

• A Treasure of Stars (retired space pirates save the day!)
• Watching Blue Skies with the Parcheesi Gang (be careful of the Fae)
• Gestures (a Cupid murder mystery)
• The Dragon's Librarian (it's not wise to steal anything from a dragon)
• Butterflies (sometimes bad luck is just a clue there's a problem)
• Ten Clues Your Rice Cooker is Haunted by Your Great-Grandmother's Ghost
• Mayday (paranormal plants!)
• Guerrilla Gardening with the Ancient Oak Protection Society (fighting back against the HOA)
• Seeking Pemberley (Perhaps Pride & Prejudice might save your life)
• Game of Crones: an Advice Column for Spellcasters
• Preparing for Winter with Special Guest Baba Yaga
• Aunt Hazel’s Notes to the Bride on the Occasion of the First Hydran-Human Wedding
• Working the Night Shift at Lucky Eddie's 24-Hour Laundromat (Knitting and aliens!)
• and a whole bunch more!

It's in Kobo Plus and should also be available from libraries. Or, you can order it here: https://books.tmbaumgartner.com/DragonsLibrarian

More Fun Writing Stuff

Maria Schneider and I did an audio collaboration of the Witches Advice Column recently, and I've chopped things up and made them into YouTube shorts. I'll add more to the playlist as I have time, but here is the first one:

These columns are a lot of fun — give it a listen!

Yeah, It's My Life Now

What have I been up to lately? Not sleeping, that's for sure!

The disaster kittens went off to the SPCA, and then I picked up this baby:

His front legs were messed up — I'm not exactly sure what was going on, but I suspect trauma, maybe caused by the placenta getting tangled up. So I had him for a couple of days until he went off to a rescue group that has cats with wonky legs. (Yes, there's a rescue niche for everything.)

He was almost immediately replaced by these two:

They were about two days old when I got them, which means I've been feeding them every two hours (give or take) around the clock. After latching onto the bottle beautifully for the first day, the tabby girl has since decided she doesn't like the bottle anymore, so now she's getting tube-fed. Because not eating isn't an option when you're a few days old.

And, of course, I have already splattered formula everywhere when the tube came off the syringe while I was feeding her.

Anyhow... Have I released the fun audio that Maria Schneider and I did recently? No. Have I uploaded my short story collection to all the retailers yet? No. Have I even finished writing the second digital bonus for my Patreon supporters? Also no.

But someday soon I'm going to get a full night of sleep, and then — watch out world!

Disaster Kittens

Usually, fostering for the county shelter means that during kitten season (roughly March - November), the foster coordinator will send out an email to the group possibly multiple times during the day with a list of kittens that need foster homes. If you have space and energy, you respond to the email and that's how you end up with kittens.

In addition to those messages, I also get emails sent just to me when:

1. They have a kitten that is very sick and they want to give it a chance but there's a high likelihood it will not make it, or
2. They have a kitten with injuries/illness that people viscerally react to.

It's usually the former, but every once in a while it's the latter.

Saying my current fosters have eye issues is an understatement of epic proportions. The girls are about four weeks old and they have one good eye between the two of them. The other three eyes are kind of horrifying. Obviously they need surgery to remove them, but that will have to wait until they are big enough to withstand it.

They will be transferred to the SPCA (which is set up to handle such cases) on Thursday, but in the meantime I have given them temporary names. The little one is Titanic (it's aspirational!) and her big sister is Hindenburg.

(This is probably the only picture I'll ever have of them, and even this required some editing with the clone tool to hide Hindenburg's right eye which really shouldn't be visible from this angle but absolutely was.) 

It's Two Traps!

As mentioned before, I borrowed a drop trap to catch the pregnant feral in order to get her spayed and stop the kitten factory in the alley. (The cat my neighbors had trapped Thursday night — born late last year — was spayed on Wednesday, and she had an early pregnancy with five fetuses, so one disaster averted!)

So for a week, I sat out in the alley a few hours around dawn and dusk, waiting for her to show up. Her Wednesday appointment came and went without me seeing her at all. The shelter said I could bring her in Friday if I could catch her.

And I sat and waited. And sat and waited.

(I did get an inexpensive Adirondack-style chair which has a cup/phone/glasses holders and is pretty comfortable, so at least there's that. I've been getting a lot of writing done while sitting there.)

Thursday morning, I was on the phone with a friend, not even paying attention to the trap when I happened to glance over and there was something inside. (I wasn't wearing my glasses. Everything was fuzzy.)

Lo and behold...

Except... she wasn't pregnant. I thought I'd caught a different cat, but then I realized she was lactating. So right cat, wrong time to catch her. Since I had no idea where her kittens were, I had to let her go again.

Sigh.

Later that morning, I was kicking myself for not knocking on a few doors to see if I could find her kittens while I had her in the trap. Oh well. Lesson learned.

Anyhow, I'll wait a month and then work on trapping the entire family. The kittens will get socialized and adopted out and mom will get spayed.

Foster Updates

No changes in the house. Gnocchi is regrowing hair, Lulu is doing great, and Nimbus still can't decide whether to hiss or purr.