So, Steve took Jack the Giant Killer into the shop this morning while I ran errands in the opposite direction, and went to gym, too! Presently, I’m working on Number Ten Ox, who has been wired up with the funny keyboard and the trackball. We have only just located the HDMI wire, so later this afternoon, I’ll have a Big Screen to work from, too.
What with one thing and another, I got zero writing done yesterday. Hoping very much to do better today. For those playing along at home, the manuscript now stands at 33,194 words in this iteration, which seems likely to stick. And the next time I run into the Backroom Boys, I’m gonna beat their punkinhaids. Just sayin’.
Though I didn’t get any actual writing done yesterday, I did get a the Sunday chores done, including the Brushing of the Coon Cats.
This chore is enlivened by the fact that each of the Coon Cats has a different approach to being groomed.
Mozart takes the What Fresh Hell is This? approach, which includes writhing away from the brush as if it were on fire, swearing loudly, and screaming that a murder is being done and won’t anyone help him! He swears, in his high, squeaky voice, the entire time his claws are being clipped, folds his ears down so they can’t be cleaned, and will have nothing to do with the anti-static towel that smells like flowers.
Trooper, on the other hand, Understands that the Thumbs wish to groom him. After, all he is magnificent, as Trooper is the first to admit. He allows the brush and the comb with an air of regal complacency, is testy, but calm during the manicure, and resigned in the matter of the ears. He graciously declines the smelly towel.
Sprite. . .loves the whole process. She adores being brushed, purrs while she’s combed, puts her paw forward to be clipped — I honestly think she’d let me paint her claws for her. She eeks! if I forget to clean her ears, and can think of no better end to her spa experience than to be stroked with a towel that will make her smell like a flower.
I’m thinking of pairing her with Mozart so he can see how it’s done, but I’m afraid he’ll teach her Bad Language.
The plan for the rest of the day is eat lunch, write, wait for the tech to call with news of Jack’s condition.
How’s Monday treating you?
*Today’s title comes from Warren Zevon, “For my next trick, I’ll need a volunteer.” Here’s a link.