Room at the Inn

Good news!

No, not new kittens. (Sad face emoji here.)

Today's good news is that my dog has a spot at the boarding kennel for the holidays, so he won't have to come with me to visit relatives. I've owned dogs who loved car trips and loved having crowds of people around — but that's not this dog. Georgie refuses to settle in the car, and he doesn't even like me touching him. When anyone else tries, he shies away and his tail gets tucked up so far it touches his belly.

As a bonus, the boarding facility will cut his (overly long) nails and I won't have to be the bad guy who touches his feet.

To celebrate, I ate a bunch of cheese & crackers and egg nog, and now I feel ill.

T, aren't you supposed to be writing a book or something?

Ugh. I've written the climax, the murderer has been unmasked and arrested, and now I need to add the wrap-up scene at the end. I'll finish that tonight, and then take a day or two to read through and fill in gaps or fix things like the murder which occurred 15 years ago at the start of the book and then had to switch to 25 years ago when I realized I'd specified in a previous book how long one character had been retired.

Oh, and I also need to send out a newsletter on Saturday, so I need to finish that, too.

But after that, it will be time to relax a bit before working on the book I abandoned in the summer.

Memories of Kittens

In looking at the cat adoption page, it appears that I am the only foster who follows directions and sends pictures to use on the website. Does it matter? Probably not. In fact, the pitiful intake pictures of kittens being dangled in the air by someone wearing blue gloves might get adopters coming through the door more reliably. Everybody wants to be the one to save an animal.

But I still like pictures of fluffy kittens, so here, give Steve MeowQueen a smile.