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All the bitty bits and pieces.

1. It is now twenty-one days to Deadline. I am scrambling to catch up on "Countdown" (the series of little in-universe snapshots has a name!), and writing ahead so as not to get caught flat-footed by my next convention adventure. I'm not certain I'll have internet while at Wiscon, so the last few pieces may be posted a little late, but they will be posted.

2. The cats responded to my going to Leprecon by magically acquiring giant felted mats which should have taken them well over a week to create. Last night's brushing adventure was a lot of fun for everyone involved, let me tell you what. Also, ow. Also, I am so saying "screw this noise" when I get home from BEA/Wiscon, and just taking the pair of them straight to the professional groomer for trimming and mat removal. I am not going through that again if I don't have to.

3. My whole house is clean! Why is my whole house clean? Because my mother is awesome! Why is my mother awesome? Because she cleaned my house! The first rule of tautology club is the first rule of tautology club.

4. I get a Cat this weekend! Cat Valente is using my house as her base of operations during the San Francisco Bay Area branch of her tour for The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making. She'll be at our best-beloved Borderlands Books this Saturday; there will be cupcakes, and carousing, and all the usual wonderful things. You should totally come.

5. There will be another, probably photo-heavy post about this later, but...I got an Evangeline Ghastly doll! More precisely, I got two; the one I bought, and one that mysteriously appeared on my doorstep in a big-ass box from Wilde Imagination. My squealing, it was vast. Of course, now I have entered the dark realm of the ball-jointed doll, from which there is no returning. Which leads us to...

6. I am allowed to do one fiscally silly thing every time I do certain things, career-wise. As I have done a certain thing (more on this later), I get to be silly, and I've decided that this time, for silly, I want a resin Evangeline doll. They fit more of the clothes, and can wear all the shoes. Specifically, I want the Cemetery Wedding Evangeline, since she has the best face. If you know anyone who might be selling part of a doll collection, please let me know?

7. The new season of Doctor Who continues to delight me.

8. I have finished the Tybalt short! "Rat-Catcher" is 10,000 words long, and has been officially submitted to the market it was written for. If they buy it, I'll announce when and where it will be appearing. If they don't, I'll start looking for something else to do with a story full of Cait Sidhe. Whatever I do, it will probably need to involve gooshy food.

9. Zombies are love.

10. I am hammered enough right now that my response time is slow, and the amnesty on replying to comments on the "Countdown" posts endures. I'll still answer comments on all other posts; it may just take me a little while. Thank you for being understanding.
Tags: busy busy busy, cat valente, cats, cleaning my house, good things, mira grant, my mom is nuts, short fiction, silliness, state of the blonde, too much tv, toys are nice, utterly exhausted, writing
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This is yet another reason why I shall never have a fluffy cat. Poor thing would probably have to spend all its time in lion cut because I couldn't manage to keep up with claws and brushing.
I have a fluffy cat that has a groomer. No way in hell I am trying to trim the claws on 16 pounds of claws and teeth all by myself. I like having skin, thank you very much. The worst part? He practically rolls over and purrs for her. Ungrateful wretch.

I do brush him though. At least 4 days a week. For at least a half hour at a time. And then I vacuum. and then he promptly sheds clumps of fur all over the floor. *glares at Roarke*
My job is difficult enough without contemplating sheddy sheddy kitties; do you have any idea how hard it is to get an overweight parrot to let you preen his tail, when he's itchy and grumpy because he's got feathers coming in?

He demands that I pet-preen him for at least an hour a day, and when it's moulting time, this is interspersed with being REALLY ANGRY at me for preening him, because he's itchy, and also shedding bits of feather like woah.

I could open a pillow factory. Assuming no one minded the immense amounts of feather-sheath-dander.
I lived with a friend for a while that had a blue and gold Macaw and I know of what you speak about the molting time. Egads the feathers. Harley does love bath time though. squirt bottle full at least once a day

And Roarke? With the amount of hair he sheds I could knit a blanket. Assuming I could spin the hair into yarn and then knit.

Hey-we could do bedding sets *g*
Considering that i know how to spin? And yes, I have spun Maine Coon hair before (don't ask).

...we totally could.

(Cody doesn't get the spray bottle. He screams like it's killing him. He goes into the shower with me once or twice a week and comes out looking like a drowned rat, then promptly bathes himself in his water dish. It's hilarious)
I think it's kindof weird how different birds react to new feathers; my conure has constant preening issues because she's always got some new ones coming in, but my red-belly never needs preening, and the other birds don't mind preening when thy do need it.
My red-lored Amazon has serious feather issues, and also has this thing where his Favourite Thing is preening, so he's always at himself. But then he gets tetchy when I try to help crack open feather sheaths. Weird bird.
I can't even touch our Amazon; she's my husband's bird, and hates me, lol
That's like my boyfriend's Alexandrine. She would destroy me given half the chance.