Cat Caught a Mouse … in a sense.

So, not too long ago I mentioned that my cat caught a mouse and I would post something about that on some later date.  Well, that day is here.  Here we have our two feline frenemies, Roxy and Wyatt.  Roxy, the fawn-colored, Siamese mix, is the focal point of our sorry tale of betrayal and woe today.*

Together in a rare moment of congeniality.

So I was working on something (I forget what) on my laptop, which I took out to the living room.  I have a desk there where I often write or edit while watching old movies or Youtube or whatever with my husband at night.  I got up to go do something and when I came back I found this charming situation.

My poor mouse!

It seems, according to my husband who witnessed the dark deed, Roxy jumped from the couch to a chair to the floor as she often does.  (She’s pretty agile all things considered.)  This time, however, she sort of used the corner of my desk as a springboard from the aforementioned couch to the aforementioned chair, and well, my mouse found itself in the soup, or rather my glass of soy milk.

Good as new along with its trusty back-up friend.

I figured my mouse was a goner.  Besides being in the soy milk, I have knocked it off my desk so many times that I had to put a piece of tape around it to keep the housing from falling apart.  But my husband, who is our resident Household Chief Technology Officer, thought it could be saved.  He dried out the mouse, did various other things to it – both arcane and mundane – and then even put a brand new piece of tape on it.

Much to my delight and amazement my old, soy milk-logged mouse was as good as new.  Heck, better than new, because it was cleaner and now had fresh batteries.

Thanks Roxy!

“You’re welcome, anytime, mortal,” Roxy says.

As you can see, Roxy was very concerned about the mouse situation and one of the/her human running about waving its arms and making high pitched, fluting noises (not chirps) and then running off into the kitchen.  All in a days work for our resident alpha Siamese.

Gold Cat Clip Art

So, quite a bit going on outside of cat-based shenanigans.  I have another book on the way, where some of my poems found a home.  I’ll post that when I get the author copies in the mail.  Also working on my next D&D game, which will be this Saturday, January 25th, 2020, and I visited a couple of local mystic shops here in Santa Cruz where I had a good time with such things as getting a tarot reading done, learning something about using a pendant (or wedding ring on a hunk of hair, perhaps, or whatever) for divination, and so on.

Be well until next time.


* Roxy has quite a vocabulary, ranging from polysyllabic, fluting chirps to the (my personal favorite) deep, echoing howls where if you are going about the house in bare feet you’ll feel the tingle of cat vibrations resonating up through the floorboards.

Poetry and Painting Helper

This has proven a busy (in a good way) past few days.  I heard back from Dragon Soul Press yesterday.  I sent them some of my poetry for their upcoming anthology, Organic Ink, Volume 2, which is currently due to come out around the end of 2019.*  

I’m pleased to say that my work is going to appear in the anthology, and they sent me this graphic.  The book, I’m told, is going to be available in both electronic and physical formats, as the picture below suggests.

I’m particularly pleased the editors decided to use the longish poem that I wrote as a retelling of the Pandora’s Box myth, The War of the Jar. The idea came, in part, from reminding myself of Hesiod’s five ages of humanity from Works and Days.  My poem was set in his third age where (as Hesiod reports), Zeus created a “race, sprung from ash trees; and it was in no way equal to the silver age, but it was terrible and strong.”

So I am thinking that I might extend things and do some other poetry for Hesiod’s other four ages too.  Although I was never a particular fan of the Pandora myth, since I first heard it as a wee one in the late 1960’s, I am a fan of Hesiod’s Five Ages, which evokes for me vibrations of Conan and the Drums of Tombalku, mixed with a little H.P. Lovecraft, various romantics, and a dash of Blake and maybe Milton.

Probably a faster painter than I am, even without thumbs!

I haven’t sallied forth onto the painting front for quite awhile, but I decided to brave the Plateau of Unpainted Models (possibly near Leng?) and pick away at a poxwalker I got about half done and then left to its own devices a few months ago.

I stepped away for a few minutes and when I came back I found I had a painting helper, who had no intention of moving from her spot.  (Maybe the plateau is in fact nearer Ulther than Leng?)

In any case, between the two of us we made some good progress on our poxwalker and hope to finish #17 this weekend.  I went to see the new Rambo movie this weekend with my husband, and afterwards bought some Plaguebearer Flesh contrast paint to experiment with on old #17.**


*  As a reader, I’m planning on checking out DSP’s story anthology, Coffins & Dragons, which as I understand features stories that have both vampires and dragons in the same tale.  At a mighty 620 pages, it is quite a hefty tome and will keep me busy for awhile, I’m sure.

**  I think poxwalkers like it when you experiment on them; at least I think they try and get into the spirit of the thing.  Still, I think it is fast approaching the time we should bring the experiment to a happy conclusion.  After all, I have been working on the wretched mob since the Dark Imperium boxed set first arrived, over two years ago now!