Yeah... but seriously ...

The Owl I received today said that I had achieved an "O" (Outstanding) on my W.O.M.B.A.T. exam on JKRowling.com. I'm actually quite pleased with myself. Perhaps I shall teach at Hogwarts...as you see, I can already do magic a little.

Lunch today at Chick-fil-A, the absolute ambrosia of grease-infused poultry. You gotta love the cows imploring you to "Eat Mor Chikin." Whoever came up with that campaign is brilliant.

However, I gotta wonder--the mascot for the kids' play area is still "Doodle," a chicken. Do the cows intend for us to eat him, too? Little bit of contradictory metaphor there, dudes.

Well, it looks like the book is teetering on the edge of becoming reality. The review copies went out last week. They were mailed to the standard publishing industry media, as well as to CAT FANCY and other cat-themed publications. Gotta go through with it now!

Both websites are updated and the Media Kit at Tattersall Publishing looks pretty good, if I do say so myself. The photo of me and Nim is a good one, but I really do need a smiley portrait, with or without a cat in the frame. Will get Jonathan to do that in a couple of weeks.

Boy, do I need a vacation. I sure am looking forward to a "fishing trip" in September to do some book signings. Hope all stays on course.

Was there ever a blogger with so little to say? The Cat Lady is bored, tired, has a bad cold, and is generally disgusted with the status quo.

I think I would do better at this if I were to serialize an unpublished novel. I'm better at long form than the economical form of the blog. Besides, not much happens that is of any interest or instruction to anyone. For example, here's the highlight of the week so far.

Nimue, our Cornish Rex, sometimes known as the Duchess of Snotwall, is still sniveling and sneezing. The vet thinks it is a lingering sinus infection and prescribed Baytril. When I mentioned that Nim is hard to pill, the vet called the pharmacy and had the Rx compounded as a suspension with "triple fish" flavor, said to be quite attractive to kitties. Of course, Nim will have none of it. This delicate darling, who looks so fragile, a mere wisp of a kitty, fights like a frackin' pit bull at the mere suggestion of medicine administration. Result: Possibly four molecules of Baytril down the hatch, the rest spat, drooled, slung, and sneezed upon every surface within a two meter radius, and my hair smells like triple fish.

Yawnnnn....

Chapter One:

I wish I had some sagacious thought to pass along for the very first post on the Cat Lady blog, but instead, I will just welcome all who enter here. I might write about my cats or others' cats, or I might write about things I like, or I might just write about things that p*$$ me off. That said, the opinions are my own, and may or may not reflect the opinions of my kind publisher.

Speaking of publisher, Outing the Cat Lady will be available in September. I'm hoping to do some signings around my home state of Texas, but I would also like to go to Florida--just because I want to go to Florida--and to Arizona, because that's where the Cat Lady's grandchildren live. The grandchildren know that Grandma is a Cat Lady, but not that she is THE Cat Lady. I'd like to see them before they grow completely up and have no use for grandmas, Cat Lady or no.

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