Squirrels: They’re Great
Squirrels. I mean, really. If a pug I know called Sadie wasn’t proof that a) God exists and b) God is really funny (or a bit mental) then squirrels would be. They’re so great. Have you ever heard the sound a squirrel makes? It’s a totally unexpected sound. They sound like birds. Is this part of their design? Do flying squirrels have identity issues? Are they birds or are they squirrels? I mean, it’s crazy!
I recently went to a zoo and took a lot of photos of squirrels. For some reason, the squirrels weren’t enclosed as exhibits, but since there were peacocks roaming around the zoo I suppose the squirrels, like them, were a free exhibit due to their harmless, won’t-run-away nature. The wolves, tigers, bear and domestic cat, however, were all behind bars.
When it comes to drawing squirrels, nobody quite has the talent like Lynsey May. When I worked with her, she cheered me up sometimes by drawing me a picture of a squirrel, once with a detective hat on that was very cool. Where does she get her ideas? More proof of God’s existence? Perhaps. I stapled all of her drawings together into a large squirrel collage, which is currently under my bed at home.
As for me? I’m in New York where the squirrels are mostly black. It’s a crazy world. I thought a saw a brown one once but it turned out it was just grey.
I started writing a new book and the protagonist eats a squirrel in it. Poor little squig. It surely didn’t know what’s coming.
Squirrels. Aren’t they great?
Watching Cats on Wooden Floor is Class
That’s about all, really, except we’re getting another kitten. Yesterday we met some people who were saying their pals or whatever had one kitten left they hadn’t been able to rehome and he was going to the shelter and we said we’d take him. Which was fine, our two current foster cats get on okay and stuff. But they’re rescue cats and this new kitten won’t be. I hope our cat rescue agency will add him as ‘one of theirs’ so he can get neutered for free and stuff…
Oh well, another kitten saved. We are rescuing Toronto’s cat population one at a time. Wonder what we’ll call him. Our adult female is called Jill Scott, our male kitten is Maxwell… maybe we’ll call the new guy James Brown. 😀
Make Up Your Mind, Damn It!
Seriously, though. This damn book is evolving faster than I can keep up with it. I know its faults but by the time I’ve come up with corrections, those are already faults and are changing before I’ve even thought the original change through. Shut up, it makes sense!
In a way, it’s tremendous fun to watch this warp and change before my eyes. In another, it’s like FFS slow down so I can get this in my head before you shoot off on another crazy tangent that changes EVERYTHING more than it’s already been changed!
This book is going to be completely different from the way it started. I can’t wait to get it finished properly. And I really can’t wait to have version one and version ten or whatever side by side and see how unrecognisable from one another they are. Awesome.
For anybody keeping up on my cat woes: the couple that came to see Tasha this morning were lovely and we’ve all agreed that they’re going to be her new mommy and daddy. They fell in love with her instantly. I feel so amazingly good that she’s going to go to a great home. We’ve got her for another week and they’ll come and get her next Saturday morning. So pleased this has been a success. And she totally behaved for them. Probably because I played with her until she was mega tired before they arrived. I am nothing if not a sneaky pete.
It’s Finally Happened
Some poor soul has shown an interest in our crazy beast of a foster cat. We put Tasha up on Petfinder weeks ago but nobody bit – probably because there are thousands of other cats looking for homes on that site and it was impossible to find her, even though I made sure to put up her sexiest photos.
They’re coming to meet her on Saturday. They have a small garden and no kids, so at least I won’t have to feel guilty about hearing some children got mauled a couple of blocks away by a rabid monster. I could really see her lying on a baby’s face for fun, not just for warmth. Beast.
As much as Tasha is a mega annoying pain in the butt, though, I’m going to miss her. When she’s nice, she is nice, and even though she likes to let her teeth poke out when she rubs her head against you (we affectionately refer to it as ‘toothing’, as in “urgh! Tasha just toothed me in the mouth!”) and bite you for absolutely no reason; even though she insists on constantly fucking shit up and knocking random objects off tables for NO REASON; even though she always wants whatever YOU have just because she doesn’t have it, I love her.
So I hope this couple is nice and they get on, and that Tasha behaves. Hopefully she won’t show her true colours because they’ll be out the door in a shot. She is, after all, mental.
While I don’t seek to get emotional about stuff, it is really great to love people and animals, even if there’s a chance that one day you will lose them. Grief is validation of love and, while awful, a beautiful thing we go through that shows how much something meant to us. I always knew I sucked at goodbyes and I know now that it’s because the people and animals I get attached to, I love enormously. I cry at goodbyes. Well, sometimes (when I left for Canada I was like “bye parents!” then when I hugged my bff the reality of what was happening hit me. Wasn’t pretty). I’m also learning I am a sentimental idiot in general, which may sound strange to pretty much everyone who knows me. Still, the occasional wrench of my cold, black heart has been good for me and I know I have grown from the events that will seem so small and insignificant to some. Then again, it doesn’t really bode well for other losses that are yet to come in my future. I just hope I will be able to be as brave and strong as some of my friends when those moments come.
Zombing Along Across the Bottom 