OR: Oh my God, give my husband a xanax.  Seriously.

Okay, we have another sick kitty.  This one has been with hubby dear for 15 years.  He’s a very sweet old man with one gray whisker which has earned him the moniker, Grey Whisker Man.  I’m original, I know.

Anyway, the sweetie started drooling a lot and hiding, so off to the vet we went.  Vets have a knack for giving you the shit before it hits the fan and I always seem to notice that it’s never sugar coated.  Sweet Toby had six oral ulcers which could have been caused by:

a) Kidney failure - Yikes!

b) Oral Viral Infection - I could deal with that.

c) Bad oral hygeine - What YOU brush your cat’s teeth?

They took blood, handed us a tube of oral gel and sent us on our way.  Of course, hubby is freaking out because Toby isn’t eating and every time I turn around I hear, "But he’s gonna die!"

My response:  He’s not gonna die, he just needs to feel a little better before he eats something.

Mr Kyle:  He’s not eating like Cali did and Cali died and now Toby’s going to DIE!

*sigh*  How do you compete with a nearly forty year old man who’s using a kindergartener’s logic?  Please, tell me.

Today was a follow-up visit.  Toby’s kidneys are NOT failing and the little guy got a shot of steroids and two cans of super soft food.  Once home, the guy managed to lap at some water and lick the food a bit.

Hubby still thinks he’s going to die.  I know he won’t.

Why?

Because I suffer from canker sores in my mouth occasionally and while it may discourage me from eating, eventually I get over the pain and scarf me some food.  Toby just has a lot of sores in his mouth is all.  And for the love of god, he’s not going to DIE! 

I wrote 4k last night.  Two chapters on Toys for Trish (only two more to go!).  I wrote it all with a cat on my shoulder.  Jazzy has settled into our little home verra nicely and finds that Momz on the computer time is also Jazzy time.  She crawls all over me until she settles on some random place, and promptly falls asleep.  What staggers me is the trust this little ball of fur has handed me.  She falls asleep, head on my shoulder, ass on my arm, and expects me to keep her stupid butt from falling to the groud as she goes boneless.  Of course, I do.

And….

A new me!  Okay, not really new, but a healthier me. 

A recent turn of events with my mother’s health has forced me to take a good long look at myself and I’ve realized that while I’m happy with the way I look, I’m not at all healthy. With Hypoglycemia, Borderline high blood pressure and borderline high cholesterol, I seriously need to make some changes. To keep me on track and accountable I’ve started a blog for myself that I’ve also opened up to other authors and industry professionals who want to get healthy.  This isn’t about getting model thin, but being the healthiest curvy chick I can be.  I admit, I’m going to miss my bodacious tatas (as will Mr. Kyle), but he’s happy to have me around a little longer and being healthier.  Besides….  The boobs will still be there, just maybe a cup size smaller.

You can follow me getting healthly over at www.incredibleshrinkingauthors.com.

Celia

Nothing but a hottie for ya’ll today.  I’m working on getting Toys for Trish wrapped up as well as starting a new website…. possibly.  Still figuring out if I want to incorporate that info with this site or start a new, separate one.  Decisions, decisions….

Celia

Bad Fur Day by Lena Austin & Tuesday Richards

Never Annoy a Luck God.

Staci Thornburn is determined to get the interview with the new Chinese UNESCO Ambaassador, but ends up insulting him instead. Ambassador Jiao Long is a Foo Dog- Dragon cross, and a little irritable, but the American female just got under his scales in more ways than one. He curses her with twenty-four hours of bad luck, but ends up causing more havoc than he ever imagined, and soon Staci’s rescuing him. It’s a good thing dragons are fireproof, because things are about to get hot in more ways than one.

Buy it now from Changeling Press!

This is the third installment in the Night Critters series by Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards.  The other books can be found HERE and let me tell ya, you don’t want to miss them.

Celia

Against The Mom’s better judgement… I gots me a new kitty.  Her name is Jasmine, Jazzy-cat or Jazzy McJazz Hands.  She’s a tiny, sleek furball with the softest fur and the sweetest kisses you ever did receive.  She loves cuddling on my shoulder as I write at night and curls up on the bed between my and Mr. Kyle’s pillows each night.  I lurv her.  My other fem kitty, Katie O’Meghan, does not.  At. All.  But the vet assures us she’ll get over it soon enough.

Here’s the newest addition to the Kyle household….

She’s a little cranky after she arrived at her new home.

Now she’s a happy kitty!