Java the cat is settling in,
as seen by her asserting herself on things that don’t really matter. For example, she cannot bear a closed
door. When Ellen wished to sleep in
undisturbed, Java came to find me and begin whining in her low, rusty
voice. She had been recently fed, she
didn’t want to lie in my lap while I worked on my computer, she didn’t want me
to find and throw a toy. She led me to
the closed bedroom door, sat in front of it and whined some more. So I opened it, she went in, turned around
and came back out again. And didn’t
whine any more. All she wanted was the
door left open. She is the second cat in
a long line of cats who lived with me who had a thing about closed doors.
My sister-in-law, her owner,
is home from rehab, but still not in a state to care for Java, so the cat will
continue in our care for at least the next couple of weeks, and probably
longer.
Later today I am going for a
mammogram – my last. One of the good
things – and there are a few – about getting older is that some of the less
pleasant medical procedures are no longer done.
This is one of them.
I am re-reading some of my published work. Some of it is pretty good, which is a very satisfying discovery. Have any of you published authors done that? There are some turns of plot and phrase that I'd forgotten about and was pleased to come across.
2 comments:
Sounds as if Java is a fun but challenging house guest. And I do re-read some of my published work, sometimes to remind myself of early parts of a series and sometimes when I'm preparing a books to be re-published as e-books. It's always fun to consider what else was going on in my life at the time each story was written.
I am in Chicago now and some really old stuff I wrote is here. I was way too serious then.
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