I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
So, I had to leave the cave this morning because I ran out of cat and dog food. I don’t mess around when that happens—they all happen to know where I sleep, and being smothered in the night by a hungry feline who clocks in at around fifteen pounds is not my idea of fun (see below). And don’t be fooled by the startled, yet innocent, expression on her face! This cat is crazy!
Still writing. Weirdness abides in this story. Need to work on chemistry between characters. Must not trash first draft and begin again. Must. Not. Do. That.
Not yet, anyway.