A brief note before beginning the day...

[seanan_mcguire]

I try to answer all comments on this journal, because it just seems polite. But after spending the night worrying about my sick cat, and spending the morning medicating her (which she hates), I honestly can't bring myself to answer individual comments on my post about her illness. It's just going to make me start crying again. So...

Thank you all, so very much, for your kind wishes and concern. Alice is still sick, but seems to be on the mend—she felt well enough to glare at me this morning when I hauled her out from under the couch and pumped her full of sticky pink antibiotic goo. Thomas and Lilly are confused and clingy, since they don't understand what's going on, and everyone is thrilled by the sudden wide availability of tuna.

Medicating Alice is easier than it could be, because she is seriously one of the world's most civilized cats; she mostly just squirms and scowls at me, like her infection is my fault, and not the fault of rapidly-replicating bacteria. I cannot explain epidemiology to my cat. I know. I've tried.

I'll keep you posted, and thank you again. I really appreciate it.

Comments

[themysteriousg.livejournal.com]

You are totally a rockstar. And a nice one at that. Want to be a celebrity at my Holiday Party in December? I'll feed you good food and I will only hint at your extreme coolness so you'll be not only cool but mysterious. You can dress up as Jem and my kids will love you more. :)

I'm hopeless with you author types. I get all nervous and shuffle my feet. When I was a bookstore manager I was ok with it but now... hopeless. I've only managed to see you and Chris Moore in the last couple years and I'm equally in awe and flabbergasted around you.

And now I'm shuffling my feet.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

Be afraid: I may show up at your doorstep in a pink wig. FEAR MY 80S VIBE!!!

Seriously, though, you're awesome. No need for shuffling. :)