Sampson’s buddy

It seems my cat has a little friend. I only became aware of this fact when I heard my son tell the cat to stop it. So I asked him what he was doing and he told me: “Mom, he won’t stop meowing.”

Ha!

I left the office to see what was up with the cat. Turns out, it wasn’t Sampson talking at all. It was the beotch outside my backdoor.

Apparently, a lovely tortoiseshell cat had found his/her way into my backyard and was meowing incessantly at the backdoor and Sampson, being the friendly curious cat he is, was standing on his hind legs looking through the screen at it.

Now, I’m a fan of cats. But not cats that don’t belong to me that are trying to horde their way into my house and play with my kitty.

Sorry. It’s a school night and Sampson has a cough. He can’t come out and play.

Anyway, had a nice evening. Had a lot of errands to run. Went to Target and bought a gift for an upcoming shower. May I just say I totally LOVE buying little baby things? They are so sweet and so small and smell so good and I just love babies (but, alas, no more for me!).

Oh and I love how people say – “Oh, you’ll change your mind. You’ll meet someone and want to have his baby.”

Been there. Done that. Got the jacket. And yeah, I did have a baby and he’s now five and I have no desire to start over with bottles and diapers once again. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kid. He’s the sweetest kid ever. But one is plenty.

Just like I am never getting married again.

And again with the “Oh, you’ll meet someone and fly off to Vegas and get married.”

Um. Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt.

And who knows. Maybe I will change my mind if the right person comes along. But for the moment, I’m having too much fun and enjoying living once again. That’s not to say I’m not stressing out about money because now that the first payment is nearing due on the house, I’m starting to wonder if I can afford the place. Oh sure, my phone bill will more than likely be a few days late. And I won’t be able to buy groceries. Money, schmoney. I’ll be fine. After all, I’m in my own house, doing my own thing. It totally rocks.

I think I’m digressing and not exactly sure where I was going with this blog entry other than the fact I started out talking about the cat. The cat that is in my face 2.3 seconds after my alarm goes off. The cat that insists on “fluffing” the furniture with his clawless paws. The cat that broke the toilet tank. And the very same cat that runs and hides from the kid and then sits in my lap after he’s gone.

He’s a sweet kitty.

Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes. House. Money. Stuff.

Do you know I have not written one word in like…a month or so? No wait, I take that back. I think I wrote all of three sentences at lunch today. But since I left my :censored: thumb drive plugged up at the office, I can’t (a) stare at my book artwork in the large format in all its glory (love and pet Dane always and forever) or (b) write. And I had every intention of writing tonight while waiting for My Guy to close the restaurant and call me. It’s a new habit. He calls on his way home and we chat. It’s not enough we burn up the network with 10-20 text messages a day…

Okay this is totally boring. If you’ve read this far – I can’t believe it! I’m just restless and trying to figure out what to do with myself. Maybe I’ll go surf the ‘net a while before trying to force myself to read a book. Or something.

By Michelle

I love dragons, castles, fairies and elves. I drink coffee, wine and martinis. Fantasy, paranormal and contemporary romance author. Proud Texan.