Don’t know where it came from, but I am fighting it… no, pesticides don’t help. No, I don’t care what they say… what doesn’t kill it, just might kill me… not going there. In the meantime, Thena and Tath are happily snuggling close in bed. I what written a few chapters more on Kings of the Empire, and I must say, that book is getting big. I still have a minimum of 8 chapters to write, and 5 to type that have already been written. Give me credit, I said I figured I had about 12 to do last week, but we have gotten really busy. It is spring, not that you would know it.

I look outside and it is freezing cold, and looks it. There is snow on the ground, again, and this isn’t supposed to end until tomorrow. So not fair. Watch, a few months from now we will all be griping about the heat.

Tath and Thena let me sleep last night, first night this week where they haven’t walked all over me at least once an hour… patted me, as if to say mama, I want under the blanket, then take a half an hour to decide if they actually do or not… that would be Tath. It is simpler with Thena… “Get out of my way, you silly male, it is cold out here. I get prime spot. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.” Then Tath goes bugaboo all over her because she is lying in his spot. Silly kitty cat. I am waiting for one of them to start flicking his or her tail. Tath has begun to argue about whether or not he is a bad cat, it is a start.  They really needed to be around for Snoop to train them.

That is only a part of the routine, every night it is the same thing, Thena brings me a sparkly pompom and expects me to throw it... memories are made of watching the hind end of a kitty cat bounding over the end of the bed, as she races to get her toy.  Tath has begun to do it too, but is less enthusiastic about the idea.  Fetch is a game for dogs, not a lazy Tomcat.  He has had that idea since he was a kitten... you throw it, you get it yourself.  

Thena wants to go outside really badly, and the eagles are eager to see her… as are the hawks, the falcons, the owls… I keep telling her no. Tath would be a meal, she is a snack. She has this let them try attitude. Some kids you can talk to, like Tath, and then there are others, like Thena. If either of them starts flicking their tail, it will probably be her, but the question will be, can I leave her go out to antagonize the dog next door without getting grey hairs about her safety… Some cats have no idea about what you are talking about when you mention the word ‘safe’ .

Well, going to make this short, heading back to bed to wrap the feather blanket around me, and the cats around my feet, for extra warmth.    I will take the writing pad and pen with me, just in case, you never know when I will want to finish that chapter I started last night.   Hoping spring is in force better in other places than it is here. Until next week… remember… I have an event on face book coming up… a review on Friday… and the release of Earwen’s Song on the 16^th.   And, anything that happens in between otherwise is all incidental.  Until next week, have a good one.