December 11th, 2011

cat and mouse

if i had a rocket launcher some son of a bitch would die

Well... the three-legged dog is less three-legged and seems to be on the road to recovery, and now I am worried about the presumptuous cat, as she appears to be struggling with what must be rather a large hairball and not having a lot of luck with it. She does this to me every couple of years, and every time I'm sure that this is the one that will require emergency surgery.

Sigh.

And of course the book that was supposed to come out this month has been delayed to March, and various other agencies have been slow with contracts or with contracted payments.

I can't afford another medical crisis right now, cat. Hork the damned thing up, please...

Oh, the fucking financial misadventures of the writing life.