Yes, I am trying to keep a story that stole some of the limited space in my brain from spilling out of the tip of a pen... it would make one mean book, and I mean that in every sense of the word.  Where do these things come from?   Thena tried to cuddle it out of me this morning, but it keeps developing... I DO NOT want to write this book… Well, maybe if I wrote the outline it will leave me alone.  I have enough on my plate.  I am one-third of the way through Hunter’s Challenge at the moment, I don’t need interruptions.  Even Tath is willing to be extra friendly, and he is not the most welcoming cat on the planet by any stretch of the imagination.

You can sure tell winter is on its way, the kittens (cats) don’t want to get out of bed in the morning and lay on top of me so I stay in there longer as well.   I wouldn’t complain so much, but seventeen pounds of furballs on top my legs and arms is a lot of weight.   They have slowed down and only break the sound barrier now, instead of trying to see if they can reach light speed, when they play.   They also have found new toys... boxes that just came in... the old boxes won’t do anymore, I can throw them out... but if I throw out their paper bag, there will be issues, guaranteed.  I have to give them credit, they actually allowed me to type in peace, more or less.  Neither came and stretched across the keyboard, (we won’t speak of them walking on the keys). and they took my old coat and claimed it for them.  (It is now on the floor and spread so they can share.  They haven’t figured how to get the newer coat off the hanger yet, but with the way they have been studying it, they might eventually figure that out.)  

I am surprised that I am getting away with typing this out at the moment without an audience or extra participation, but they are sitting on either side of an empty food dish, waiting for it to miraculously fill... I suppose I should see to that soon or they will make me sorry later… then again, they have half a can of wet food they refuse to eat, so they can’t be that hungry, right?

I couldn’t believe the news last night, such thoughtless cruelty.  I feel so badly for the people in Paris who have been subjected to this unwarranted attack.  You would think that after a while people would get tired of killing and use their energy to make this world a better place to live instead.  But, it doesn’t seem to work that way.

Tath has just come into the room, whining… MOM… he is tired of looking at an empty food dish... or he wants me to go back to bed... so does my head so he might get his way... not.  Well, I can dream.   Until next weekend, here is wishing you the best and the rest of the world peace, though we know that is not about to happen any time soon, unfortunately.