Weird...

Yes, I am rather shocked/jittery/jumpy/weirded-out/extremely excited after seeing a comment from kateorman, who happens to be one of my favorite authors, on my journal.   I still remember visiting relatives in England several years ago and going to that shop in Hastings which is nothing but Doctor Who and being so excited to finally get a copy of The Left-Handed Hummingbrid. It's a small world, or internet, or fandom, or journal community. Oh, well. Hey, Kate! Thanks for visiting. I keep forgetting how much closer the internet can make things.

PS: Typing with bandages on the tips of both your middle fingers can be rather tricky.

My cat

I am writing another entry because frankly, though I'd really like to get up and make myself dinner, my cat is fast asleep on my legs and is much too cute to disturb. This is not unusual. 80% of the time that I'm on the internet there is a cat on my legs. I say legs because she will not sit on a normal lap. She likes to stretch herself out along my legs so I have to prop them up on the chest near my desk and boy do my legs get sore after a few hours of this. It's also rather awkward for typing because I'm sitting at 90 degrees to the computer screen so I have to twist my body to type. Personally I'd rather sit cross legged on top of my chair when writing. (I never actually sit normally at my desk or anywhere else for that matter) But when I sit how I want, my cat jumps up on my desk and sits there looking at my legs expectantly until I sit how she wants. So now I am stuck under a cat who keeps twitching violently as she dreams.

Anyway, her name is Ginger (I know not very original). She is sixteen. I have had her since I was 9 years old and she is the cutest thing in the entire world. And here's the proof:

( Ginger )

PS: Good news: She finally got up! Bad news: My legs no longer work.