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Giveaway Winners and Fat Cat

One has nothing to do with the other. I just thought I’d smash all of today’s post into one title.

Before we get to the antics of Fat Cat, I’d like to announce the two giveaway winners I picked both for the Fan Appreciation Giveaway and the winner from my blog during the Six-Pack Stud-a-thon Blog hop.

First, for the Fan Appreciation Giveaway, the random fan I picked was: Tiffany Lynn Spence! Tiffany won a Danica Avet T-shirt. For those of you on the fan page (and those who are interested in future giveaways), I’ll be holding these fan appreciation giveaways every month so be sure to like my fan page!

Second, the winner of the Six-Pack Stud-a-Thon Blog hop,who’ll get a Danica Avet T-shirt and their choice of a book from my backlist, is….Cynderella Duncan!

Congrats ladies, I’ll be contacting you later today to arrange the shipments and all that mess.

Now on to Fat Cat. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but my showers are no longer private. If she believes I’m even thinking of going to shower, she runs into the bathroom ahead of me to observe these strange human traditions. So what, right? Most cats do that. Dogs too. They act as though there’s a secondary exit in the bathroom and if they aren’t there to watch you,  you’ll sneak out of the house.

Fat Cat takes it a step further. This morning as I stepped out of the shower, I caught her licking the cabinet. Just a few little licks as though she was like “hm, pressed wood. Minty with a hint of oak”. Weird cat. Did I mention too that the second I go to my room to change out of my work clothes she throws herself on the ground in front of me like a beached whale and rolls around? I keep expecting her to start saying, “roll, roll in ze hay!”

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The Cookie Monster

No, sorry, I’m not jumping on the Sesame Street bandwagon and talking about Katy Perry today. Instead, I plan to discuss my very own Cookie monster.

A little over a year ago, we rescued a little calico. She was half-starved and it wasn’t until we handled her that we realized she had a massive wound on her stomach. She was ripped open from mid-abdomen to her leg. The wound was disgusting and horribly infected. Several people told me we should have put her down, she wouldn’t make it and it would be too expensive to heal her.

I coerced my mother to help me get the kitten, who was then named Bella, fixed up as much as possible. When I realized that in spite of her grievous wound, she purred and begged to be loved, I knew she was a tough kitty. I named her Cookie after my mom and also because she was a tough cookie. It stuck.

It was a year ago that Cookie had her last stitches taken out and now she’s fat and happy. She’s also a destroyer of furniture. I’ve been looking into getting a new bed, while also thinking about a new sofa set, except I didn’t want Cookie destroying the new pieces. My mother was adamant that something had to be done with her. We either declawed her, or we put her outside.

Since I’ve babied this cat since she first walked into our lives, I couldn’t see her put outside, but neither could I have her declawed. I’ve read articles and seen news footage about declawing and I couldn’t put her through that. She’s too sweet to be put through more pain just to protect our furniture.

So last week, I looked into alternatives to declawing and stumbled across this product called Soft Claws. I spoke about it with Mom. She didn’t know what the declawing process entailed, so after I explained how the cat’s claws were cut to the first knuckle, she shook her head. There was no way she was putting her little Cookie through that! Soft Claws, for those who haven’t heard of it, are vinyl tips that are glued over the cat’s claws. It helps protect against problem scratching in all areas from furniture to people. So the Soft Claws were a viable option for us. If it worked, we were home free.

I ordered a set (pastel pink because she’s such a girl) and it came in on Friday. After some extra loving and coaxing, we managed to get Cookie’s claws clipped and the tips in place. Oh, Gawd…Cookie walked around like she was being tortured. She’d stop, shake her paws one at a time and then walk some more. Finally, after about half an hour, she was like “whatever, where’s my food?”

Yesterday, nearly my entire family showed up and I had to show off Cookie’s cute little toes to them. They adored them (well, the women did, the guys were like I can’t believe you colored your cat’s toes *eye roll* Men.). Cookie both hated and loved all the attention. Of course, she should get used to it because I’ve had my camera at the ready since Friday night to get a good picture of her. Which I finally have!

If you look closely, you can see her pink little nails. I think I have to get Christmas colors when November rolls around. Isn’t she adorable? My little Cookie monster 🙂

Have you ever heard of Soft Claws before? Have you used them? Will you think about using them now if you’ve just learned about them?

P.S. The Title that WIP poll will close at the end of day today, so get your votes in!


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Dogs Love Me, or Do They?

Well, maybe not all dogs. I seem to remember a Doberman Pincer when I was about 10 who scared the ever lovin’ crap out of me. We lived just a block from a convenience store and my mom told me to walk myself up to the store to get a gallon of milk. It was my very first time allowed to go to the store by myself. I only ever walked to school and home. There was no wandering the neighborhood or anything, so you can imagine how proud and happy I was. I was finally growing up!

So I’m sauntering down the street. Okay, it was more like skipping and muttering “One gallon of milk, one gallon of milk” the entire way. The street curved so there was a blind spot ahead. I didn’t pay any attention. But when I came around that curve, there was a huge Doberman sitting on the edge of its property. It saw me and barked. I saw it and stopped dead in my tracks. I went cold because that sucker had huge teeth and its head was at the same height as my throat. It stood and barked again. I took a step back, all thoughts of milk, being a grown-up, and anything else I might’ve been thinking of fading away.

It took a step forward and I screamed, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!” and took off running. The dog kind of yiped and ran back to its yard. I don’t know if it was scared by my lung capacity, my graceless running, or the thought that my mom – who was in our house a block away – might’ve heard her daughter’s cry for help and come to handle up on it. I ran the entire way home, waiting to feel that dog’s teeth in my leg, butt, head, whatever. Images of my mother finding me torn to shreds played through my head. I made it home, panting, sweating, and crying like…well, like a little girl. My mom, who was making pancakes and needed that milk, turned around and said, “Where’s the milk?”

I hated dogs after that. I wouldn’t play with them, didn’t trust them, and thought they were goofy. Then, I got a dog and now I’m a convert. Dogs love me. It’s really embarrassing. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home with a pit bull in my yard trying to get in my house because…well, I’m just that awesome apparently.

So really, it shouldn’t be any surprise when Tawna Fenske (a hilarious lady with a unique way of picking contest winners) allowed her dog to choose the winner of her What the @#$% is that? contest, her dog chose my ball. Bwahahaha. Now, if it had been a cat picking the winner, then no doubt the cat would’ve gone to my ball and peed on it. That’s just how cool I am.

What a way to start the week!


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