'Tis the zseason for cat-fight abscesses, tra-la-la-la... Or, well, something like that. I do know that we've entered our seasonal round-up of the usual suspects (plus their quite-possible victims) who are appearing at the practice every few days in order to have new holes made in them and more antibiotics dispensed to them. If only someone could figure out how to explain to their little furry brains that we generally Do Not Want at least as much as them. Even though there is something immensely satisfying about cleaning out a proper big abscess.
On the subject of you talking about your story: I find it utterly fascinating when other people talk about their writing processes. Partly, I suspect, because I can't seem to get a handle on mine and usually just end up bemusedly staring at the laptop screen with no concrete idea of how (or why) I wrote that.
Huh, I wonder why it is cat-fight season? Maybe all the little critters they normally chase are hiding or hibernating. Maybe the cold weather makes them stroppy. At any rate, kitty's DO NOT WANT was expressed at a volume that could be heard all over the vet's office, and probably in the parking lot outside. The receptionist was impressed, and I was embarrassed. But she's so much better now. Yay antibiotics.
For me, the writing process is usually fairly opaque while I'm actually writing, but as the end draws near I start to figure it out, and that makes me so excited that I just want to blab all over about it. It's like, here I am, dabbing dots onto a canvas, and suddenly I step back and I can see the picture and isn't that COOL? Isn't that NIFTY
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To answer your question, it's because all the entire lady cats would have started cycling at the end of September (female domestic felines have a bi-annual fertility cycle, that is affected my light levels and local environmental conditions) and from September through until the end of November/beginning of December (when local environmental conditions usually conspire to finally put out of season any queens that haven't been mated, or that were mated at the beginning of their season, have had a litter and are in a second heat) is like the feline equivalent of, I dunno, the high school prom or something. You would not believe just how far an entire tom will go to find a calling queen, and the sheer amount of damage said tom will then cause as he merrily treks all over the territories of all the local cats.
... as is probably apparent, I'm spending an awful lot of time right now, gently trying to explain to people over the phone that No, really; I know she's making a horrible yowling sound but your kitty isn't in pain, honest. She's
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Heh. Kitty is fixed, but I suppose the cat who beat her up might not be, or might be a tom influenced by some queen in the neighborhood. And her situation is complicated by her being rather ferocious for her tiny size, and not smart enough to back down when she's outmatched.
It amazes me that people still keep un-altered animals outside of breeders. Good luck with the idiots on the phone.
I am cautious about posting, "I'm gonna read it right now!" because then my silence means either I lied or I didn't like it enough to give positive feedback.
Exactly! I never post that sort of thing, and I always look at these comments with trepidation, like, if you don't come back, you hated it, right?
But honestly, this time I was enjoying seeing these comments, because most of them were from people who had been listening to me babble about this story forever, and who frequently read and comment on my stories, so I trusted that they'd say something nice later, and I was really happy to get the immediate acknowledgment that I had done something that would make people happy.
as someone who posted one of those "goes to read" comments, I'm glad you found it encouraging. It *was* a heck of a long story, and it did take more than 5 minutes to read...(but worth it, oh yes!)
I really did enjoy having that immediate acknowledgment! Although also, I am very happy to hear from people (like you! yay!) after reading, to confirm that it wasn't a let-down :-)
You probably won't believe it, but I also dreamed about David Marciano last night. Well, I dreamed about Ray Vecchio, actually, but close enough (and he kissed me! It was delightful. *g*).
The horse from the Musical Ride and the bear got trapped together in a Canadian shack
I want to know MORE, dammit! Which horse? What bear? And more important, in which province was said shack? Because, y'know, a story featuring a shack in Halifax is going to be an entirely different tale than if the shack was in, say, Toronto.
And now you have me thinking of a series of Canadian shack stories, one for each province. *facepalm*
Yay! I love this idea. I can see it now: "Somewhere on the outskirts of Saskatoon sits a run-down but homey Canadian shack (because really, what other kind of shack would you expect to see in Saskatoon? Nepalese, maybe?)..."
Ahem. I have a liquid antibiotic in an eyedropper which is, the vet assures me, easier than pills for most people. I am not entirely convinced, and neither is the cat.
And heh, I wanted to post now because I figured, so many things to read after OMGDSSSANDYULETIDE. But of course, everybody's too damn busy WRITING for OMGDSSSANDYULETIDE. Er, including me. *goes back to writing*
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On the subject of you talking about your story: I find it utterly fascinating when other people talk about their writing processes. Partly, I suspect, because I can't seem to get a handle on mine and usually just end up bemusedly staring at the laptop screen with no concrete idea of how (or why) I wrote that.
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For me, the writing process is usually fairly opaque while I'm actually writing, but as the end draws near I start to figure it out, and that makes me so excited that I just want to blab all over about it. It's like, here I am, dabbing dots onto a canvas, and suddenly I step back and I can see the picture and isn't that COOL? Isn't that NIFTY ( ... )
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... as is probably apparent, I'm spending an awful lot of time right now, gently trying to explain to people over the phone that No, really; I know she's making a horrible yowling sound but your kitty isn't in pain, honest. She's ( ... )
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It amazes me that people still keep un-altered animals outside of breeders. Good luck with the idiots on the phone.
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But honestly, this time I was enjoying seeing these comments, because most of them were from people who had been listening to me babble about this story forever, and who frequently read and comment on my stories, so I trusted that they'd say something nice later, and I was really happy to get the immediate acknowledgment that I had done something that would make people happy.
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I really did enjoy having that immediate acknowledgment! Although also, I am very happy to hear from people (like you! yay!) after reading, to confirm that it wasn't a let-down :-)
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You probably won't believe it, but I also dreamed about David Marciano last night. Well, I dreamed about Ray Vecchio, actually, but close enough (and he kissed me! It was delightful. *g*).
The horse from the Musical Ride and the bear got trapped together in a Canadian shack
I want to know MORE, dammit! Which horse? What bear? And more important, in which province was said shack? Because, y'know, a story featuring a shack in Halifax is going to be an entirely different tale than if the shack was in, say, Toronto.
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And now you have me thinking of a series of Canadian shack stories, one for each province. *facepalm*
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Yay! I love this idea. I can see it now: "Somewhere on the outskirts of Saskatoon sits a run-down but homey Canadian shack (because really, what other kind of shack would you expect to see in Saskatoon? Nepalese, maybe?)..."
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I'm looking forward to your story most incredibly, but I don't think I'm allowed to read anything till after OMGDSSSANDYULETIDE.
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Ahem. I have a liquid antibiotic in an eyedropper which is, the vet assures me, easier than pills for most people. I am not entirely convinced, and neither is the cat.
And heh, I wanted to post now because I figured, so many things to read after OMGDSSSANDYULETIDE. But of course, everybody's too damn busy WRITING for OMGDSSSANDYULETIDE. Er, including me. *goes back to writing*
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Paste is a wonderful thing (even if you miss, they eventually have to lick it off), but I'm not so sure about liquids. That sounds messy.
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