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Middle-of-August update (including KITTEH)

So, in good and bad news…Spock has gone to a new home! He’s with a local friend who was thinking of getting a cat anyway, and came over twice for playdates….he’s smitten, and it’s adorable.

We did go over Friday to help Spock settle in – of course the kitten didn’t give a single f***, because THERE WERE WIRES TO CHEW. And a Playstation to hide behind. And a sofa to climb. He was loving the new playground! So he’s settling in happily and I might have to go over occasionally to cat-sit, oh noes. I can’t really complain as I did have every evening and morning with him for a week, so I have had a lot of cute kitten time.

Frankie is exceedingly happy that the small squeaky thing has vacated his territory, and that his sleep can be undisturbed. He’s spent every morning since on my lap, which is adorable but mildly unhelpful. That said, it’s not as unhelpful as a kitten who keeps opening multiple tabs and searching for zzzzzzxcdsfsaa by walking across my keyboard, so I’ll take the larger fluff any day!

In other news, I’m off to Amsterdam for a week on Tuesday, visiting my sister and just generally chilling. I’m hoping to get some writing time as well, and I’ll try to do a couple of blog posts – but if you don’t hear from me, it’s because I’m strolling along a canal and staring at artwork (or more likely, eating pizza and reading).

Have a good and fluffy week, everyone!

 

ALL OF THE CUTES

So, uh, Friday didn’t go quite as expected.

I went to work. Got a carousel working (yay) and then did CSS tweaks (yay) and then had a meeting during lunch (boo) and then my colleague walked in and said, “Kate, you’re going to want to see this…”

KITTEH!

He was found under a bench, and because my colleague trained as a vet, she brought him back to the office. We promptly got NO WORK DONE… mostly because it’s quite hard to work when your dominant hand is occupied in making sure a kitten doesn’t slide off your lap or escape to explore the floor, where the dogs really really wanted to play with this new friend!

He had a variety of names (Vlad the Impaler, anyone?) but we seem to have settled on Spock (because THE EARS!) He’s 9 weeks old and came home with me because he’s got mites, and no one else could have him. He’s currently living in a dog crate on our landing, because he can’t be around Frankie for a month – but there was no way I was leaving him alone in a room. He seems pretty happy, though – albeit in a kitten “MEEEEP!” way.

We’re not sure if we’re keeping him or not yet – a couple of friends have expressed interest, but it depends on space and a few other factors. Watch this space!

Also: HE FITS IN ONE HAND!

Returning to a Ghost

I stopped writing things in the No Man’s Land series after Ryan died. He was one of my beta readers, and the one who cheered me on; he asked the questions, laughed at the jokes, talked to me about the latest plot and idea. He was the one I’d email at 3am with a story.  And I miss him so, so much, even eight months on.

But I did some organising this week, and hauled out all my half-finished short stories…and amongst them are six No Man’s world ones (well, No Man’s Land – they’re mostly about Ghost, because I love her). And I want to finish them. I started reading them, just to remind myself. It hurts, still. But that’s now being tempered with the love for writing, and the characters are starting to talk to me again. They’re not getting drowned by the waves of grief any more. I want to write.

Have the start of a new story that might now get finished…

The air is cold and frigid, with mist creeping across the ground, obscuring my footing. The trees are long dead, their branches hung with decades of cobwebs and vines instead of leaves. The ground is a morass of swamp and rock, its stink rising until it’s almost visible. The scenery wavers between dank, dead forest and occasional rock spires, their outlines jagged against the dark sky.

In short, it’s not the nicest of places – and in addition, the path that I’m on is most certainly haunted…I’m not just saying that because it’s pretty freakin’ creepy.

I’ve got a ghost whining in my ear.

One of the downsides of being able to see spirits is that I can also hear them, and I’ve found that they fall into three categories: dull, friendly, or freaky.

This one is trying for freaky. It’s achieving dull. After all, blood-curdling moans are only terrifying when you don’t know that the ghost producing them has no torso. I know that should be scary, but actually it’s quite amusing to see a disembodied head and legs floating along, particularly when said ghost is doing the traditional arm-waving and managing to look as if it’s attempting to land a plane. I’m not sniggering, but it’s taking willpower. Ghosts tend to get touchy when their efforts to scare go unappreciated.