I don’t want to be up, but I don’t have any choice.  Don’t get me wrong here, it isn’t the bratz that have made me feel this way, although they could have helped more.  I had a hospital run to make with one of the bros.  He is a little under the weather.  It will be just a matter of time before I have to go and pick him back up.  Do things like this ever happen during the day?  I am thinking not often.  Meanwhile, I believe every bone in my body is aching… yes, I am grouchy, as Thena just found out when she began to use the footstool for a scratchpad.  She knows better too. 

How did the bratz take the sudden loss of mama in the night?  Not well, from what I noticed.  Thena ran around in circles as I slipped out through the doorway, and she was meowing.  Tath, you ask?  He sat on the chair in the entrance and called, mama, mama.  They weren’t impressed with the loss of all the body heat in the bed, not that it is all that cold yet, but you can feel it coming, slowly. 

How is the typing coming, now that ‘Final Contact’ has been written?  I have 7 chapters left to go and I am finished transferring them onto the computer from its written form.  Words count, you ask?  So far a little over 81,000, so you know it is going over the 90,000 word count for sure.  Am I surprised, not.  I have even begun ‘People of the Phoenix’.  I am into the second chapter on that one.  I will type out 2 of the 7 chapters on ‘Final Contact’, and then sit back and finish writing the second chapter of the other story.  I am happy to say it is supposed to be a short one.  When I have finished my typing, I will set the second story aside, unless I am too heavy into it, and rework ‘Final Contact’.  It is then going to be set aside for a while before going into the editing pile, as I don’t want to get too far ahead on that file. 

Tath and Thena are taking this all in stride, they haven’t really let me out of their sight willingly since I returned from Ottawa.  I set up my vanity to use as a desk in the living room (yes, I can do this as I live alone.) and they sit in my favourite chair and nap as I type.  If I sit in the chair and put my feet up, they are on me.  It doesn’t matter if I am writing at that point, they are there like small fur blankets.  Works better for me in winter than in summer I have to admit.  

I seem to have a vague memory of telling everyone that I would relay the stories about them that I heard about their attitude during my absence this summer.  I would say they had their little kitty noses out of joint.  They had their nails clipped, and shredded those who did the job.  It is getting that if someone brings out those clippers, they know what is about to happen.  You have to drag them out of whichever corner of the linen closet, closet. they chose to hide in, wrap them in a thick towel, and still watch how much blood you get on them as they bite and scratch your hands.  No one wants to do their nails anymore.  I know they won’t let me close to those paws with the clipper… Thena is known to bite hard enough to draw blood, not hers, and no, they don’t lose a drop of their own.  Even the vet won’t touch them unless she puts them under, the little scraps of misery.  Other than that, Tath hid in the linen closet until I came home, unless he needed to eat or go to the washroom.  Thena kept him company.  The report I received was not glowing, to say the least.   When I got home, one greeted me by running around in circles non-stop, meowing, while the other came running from the linen closet calling, mama-mama.  

Well, it is back to the typing board for me now.  I will see how long it takes me to get these 2 chapters done and the new chapter finished, maybe then I can sneak in a short nap… not likely, but a girl can dream, right?  Until next weekend, have a great long weekend.  Who knows, maybe I will even be finished reworking ‘Final Contact’ by then. (Not likely, but fairytales do come true, right?)