Typing With Wet Claws: Special Pre-Thanksgiving Edition

Hello, all. Skye here. for a special, pre-Thanksgiving edition of Typing With Wet Claws. As you may have guessed, since it is me blogging today, and not my Anty, Anty’s cold is still sticking around. She is pretty sure she will feel better soon, though, which is a good thing. One of the duties of a mews is to take care of things like this when my human is down, so I am writing Anty’s blog for today. She thought about writing her own blog, but nobody wants to read the word, “phlegm,” as many times as she would have had to use it.

Because this is a special edition, I do not  have to talk about Anty’s writing first (there would not have been a lot to talk about anyway, because that would require her to access the storytelling part of her brain, and she has not yet found the deciding what to watch on Netflix part, which is usually pretty easy to find.) There will be more writing when she feels better, but for now, she does like to give staring at a screen or page a couple of times a day. Sometimes, there are words there by the time she stops staring. I think they are even English words, so that is a good sign.

Anty has been doing more reading than usual, which may be the one plus of this whole cold. Okay, that and the fact that Anty’s cold came at exactly the same time as Mama’s vacation. Do not worry, Mama had not planned on going anywhere (apart from helping Uncle get to work on days when it is cold or rainy or snowy) so this is not disrupting any plans, and Anty gets a built in nursing staff. That is pretty cool. Also, Uncle planned on doing all of the cooking himself anyway. That is always a good thing, especially because Uncle used to cook professionally. That means for monies. He is not charging Anty or Mama anything for making Thanskgiving dinner, though. They know where he sleeps. Also, he bought all the food. I will still have cat food, because I am still a cat.

Back to Anty’s reading. She is pretty much at the acceptance phase now, of having read all existing historical romances by the author who got her into historical romance in the first place. There are a lot of other books, in historical romance and other genres, so she is not out of books. Because Anty is a writer herself, she can also write her own, which is a pretty sweet deal, if you ask me. That will probably happen much faster after this cold is gone.

Mama is betting the cold will be mostly gone by Monday. Anty wants it gone now, but she will take it being gone by Friday.  That is because Friday is Black Friday, and Anty loves Black Friday. Anty is a morning person and an extrovert, so getting up early, with the specific reason of going places where there will be a lot of people is actually a good thing for her. There was one year, before I was born, when Olivia was the kitty in this family, when Anty got up early-early-early and walked to the mall (she could, because it was on the same street: this was in the Old Country) so she could be there when it opened.

She had a list with her (those of you who have been with us a while know how much Anty loves lists) and went by herself. She did not mind the long, long line to get into a particular store that we will call Bullseye. There were some very special deals at Bullseye that year, and Anty was determined to get all the shopping done in one go. It was a long wait, but she had he mp3 player, so she could listen to music that corresponded to the story she was writing at the time. Once she got into Bullseye, she followed her list and the store map, and got everything in her cart relatively quickly. Then she parked her cart in the book aisle (astoundingly, nobody was going there; she was not making that up) and phoned Mama to come get her. Mama did, because Anty had also picked out gifts Mama needed to buy, so Mama would not need to do it herself. One big haul, and it was all done.

That is probably not going to happen this year. For one thing, Anty would need to take a bus to the mall, because it is too far to walk, and also the whole cold thing. Anty even let Mama do her own laundry (Anty usually does all the laundry for the whole family. It is kind of her thing.) on Monday. That should tell you something. It is okay, though, because she has a fully loaded Kindle, a packed TBR shelf, and there is that whole Netflix thing. Plus naps. I am a very big proponent of naps. All that good-smelling food Uncle will make will probably help her, as well.

Things are starting to look up, though. Yesterday, Anty washed her hair, and today, she put polish on her hind claws…excuse me, they are called toenails on humans. Those things help her feel less gross and more human. I think that is a sign of life.

That is about it for now. I look forward to joining all of you again on our regularly scheduled Feline Friday. Did you know that, if Anty gets one more follower, she will have five hundred? Five hundred is a nice, round number, and it may inspire Anty to post something special, to celebrate. It is the season, after all.

Until next time, I remain very truly yours,

skyebye

Skye O’Malley Hart-Bowling
(the kitty, not the book)

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2 thoughts on “Typing With Wet Claws: Special Pre-Thanksgiving Edition

    • Thank you, Anty SueAnn. We had a very nice holiday. I will tell you all about it in tomorrow’s blog. I hope your family had a good day, too.

      Very Truly Yours,

      Skye O’Malley Hart-Bowling
      (the kitty, not the book)

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