So We’re Doing This Now

August 11, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Hey, all. :deep breath: Okay. This is going to be a heavier post, so if my gentle readers want to catch me on a day with more kitty pics and book recs, that’s fine. The rest of you, here we go:

Those who have been here for a while know that this has been A Year for me already, with Rheuben passing right before Christmas. Thankfully, I had our awesome Housemate, Linda Hart, to walk this road with me. Those who have read Storm’s latest post, already knew Linda had fallen (literally and figuratively) with a sudden illness that was, unfortunately, terminal. She passed last week, peacefully. It was my privilege to care for her when she was unable to care for herself, as she has cared for me in my grief. To say I am in shock is an understatement. Her family is here from out of state, and we are figuring out the way forward together. I don’t know exactly what the future holds. We are taking that step by step. My preference would be to stay in this apartment with a roommate, though relocating is also on the table. One day at a time over here.

A dear friend of mine, for whom I have done freelance editing work, has set up a GoFundMe. For those able to donate, that would be lovely, and please do consider sharing. You can find that here:

Fundraiser by Debbie Jantzen : Support Anna After Two Heartbreaking Losses

Debbie is a sweetheart, as well as a wonderful and imaginative writer, and I look forward to working with her again. Once I get practicalities sorted out and my head on straight, I will be looking for remote work, including but not limited to more freelance editing, which I really and truly love, as well as content creation and of course writing fiction. Melva Michaelian and I put the finishing touches on the third installment in the Love By the Book series, Queen of Hearts, which will be out oh so soon. We need to make sure the cover art captures the spirit of Rob and Heather’s romance. This one is a friends to lovers story, with a Christmas finale that we absolutely love.

If you want to read the series in order, the first two are:

All Love by the Book stories are involved in the world of romance writing, reading and publishing, and Melva and I are gearing up to start what will be Love by the Book number four. I am also so, so, so excited to present my first indie historical romance novel, A Heart Most Errant, the first in the Ravenwood Saga, aka my first dive into a planned historical series. This one is medieval, set right after the plague wiped out half of Europe over a twenty-year period. I am sitting on the cover reveal until closer to release, but as soon as I put out the domestic fires, I have started discovery drafting the second book, which will be A Heart Most Ardent. Interestingly enough, both leads in that book are widowed, from marriages that were not awful. There is also a long, long, long overdue standalone Georgian historical in the works. Writing truly is my happy place, and when the world is chaos, I need all the happy I can get. That does include posting.

Storm is the best nurse/therapist ever, and my friends, near and far, are wonderful. Our church is amazing, as is my therapist. Over the next few weeks, I will be helping Linda’s family sort out what needs sorting, including dispatching two storage units, and figuring out what happens with the apartment. Getting an ESA letter for Storm. My content will be reflecting that, as well as the usual topics. Sometimes, I am ok. Other times, it’s rough. Lots of lists. Lots of journaling. Two big losses in under eight months is A Lot. Adding in the stuff I was already talking to my therapist about, and dial that stuff upward.

Let’s wind this up for now. I am up and only sometimes crying. Sometimes cussing. Sometimes praying, frequently writing. Going through difficult stuff, yes, but still here.

How about you?

Typing With Wet Paws: Domestic Tornado Update Edition

July 30, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Tails up, Storm Troopers. I’m Storm, you’re awesome, and this is Typing With Wet Paws. If you’ve been following us here for a while, you probably noticed we haven’t been posting lately. Mama Anna is pretty busy at the moment, so she gave me the go ahead to talk about it. First of all, meet Jennifer:

Jennifer is currently chilling with Aunt Linda at the people vet, because that’s where Aunt Linda is going to be for a little while. Cats are not allowed in hospitals (rude) but plush ones are, so Jennifer is watching Aunt Linda and reporting back to me. If you’re wondering why her name is Jennifer, it’s because Mama Anna had a dream where I had kittens. One was a mini me calico girl. Mama Anna was super surprised that I had kittens, but I told her it was okay; we only had to keep Jennifer. Why Jennifer? I liked the name. So, this is Jennifer.

Mama Anna is kind of frazzled right now, because there are things to handle at the people vet and at home. Some of that involves getting things we have too much of to people who don’t have enough/any, which is kind of hard to do since Mama Anna does not drive (apparently visually impaired people should not be operating motor vehicles. Go figure.) So, she’s still here, and actually still writing, but there is a LOT going on and she is learning new things and missing Papa, and it’s kind of a lot.

We are safe and housed, and fed, so nobody worry about that. Some of our friends from the old country have already been over to help, which Mama Anna and I greatly appreciate. Aunt Mary and Uncle Brian (with Skye puppy!) were here on Sunday. Aunt Melva was here yesterday, and they talked writing stuff in between all of the practical things they did. There is a lot more room in Aunt Linda’s room, and that means I get to explore new things in the same familiar place. That’s kind of the cat dream, actually, so I am not complaining, but I will be happy when Aunt Linda comes home. The people vet is taking good care of her. Jennifer will be reporting in on a regular basis until she and Aunt Linda are home.

In the meantime, Mama Anna will be more present on social media as she can. DMs, comments and emails are always welcome. Local people, she wouldn’t hate a visit (nor would Aunt Linda) or help with local errands. Aunt Linda comes from a long line of tough old birds, so we figure this will get sorted and she’ll be back home when the people vet says okay. Mama Anna is shy about asking for help, but calico cats are not known for shyness.

We are also coming up on August. Papa’s birthday is on the fifteenth, which will be the first birthday of his since he went to Rainbow Bridge, and then the day after, the sixteenth, is eight months since he went. We will probably be in a blanket fort that weekend, which is okay. Life be like that sometime. I am reminding Mama Anna that sleep is important self care.

Okay, that’s everything that was in my notes, so I am going to go keep an eye on Mama Anna and guard the house when she visits Aunt Linda. So far, I have kept 100% of threats away, so that’s pretty good. How’s July been treating you?

illustrated image of a redheaded woman writing in a journal as her calico cat observes. — Headbonx! — *Storm*

July 10, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Welp, we are one quarter of the way through July. I did not expect to be gone so long. It’s definitely summer here in New York state, and I am once again handling some caregiving duties, which should hopefully do the trick soon. Melva and I have some very good news as soon as I have the go-ahead, and we are both hard at work on joint and solo projects.

Today is more temperate than it has been, so I am able to drag myself out of the bog and post. This is definitely a low hanging fruit day. Sometimes, figuring out what that low hanging fruit is can be a whole thing on its own. For me, when in doubt, A) blabber, and B) journal (which is kind of blabbering, but private blabbering and I get to play with art supplies.)

I have wanted a custom watercolor palette for far longer than I care to reveal, so this is a win. My colors, picked by me, squeezed from teeny tubes, into teeny squares in a teeny box. I do have a way to go when it comes to neatness, but this is a watercolor palette, so that doesn’t count. I made this so that I could take my chosen colors on the road, and fiddle with the paints at odd moments out in the wild. When I am next out in the wild, I will give it a spin. For now, caregiving. I could play around with it her, but I have regular palettes and I want this to be for the road crew.

I gobbled an audiobook this week, Where Lost Girls Go, by Kody Keplinger. I won’t say much, as it’s best to go into this taut thriller blind, but we have our narrators, one before her captivity and one after, by one of the best crafted villains I have read in some time. What will a victim of narcissistic abuse do to keep what they have been taught is normal? I think I want to pick up a historical romance next.

Speaking of which, I also finished The Last Lady B, by Eloisa James. If you love James and want something a little different, grab this one. First person, gothic overtones, a delightful supporting cast, and maybe…ghosts?

I am staying hydrated, because summer and certain medications are not besties, so this is a good time to stay inside, drink water, and do book related things, both consuming and creating. Journaling fits here as well, both words and images. Usually with something in my earbuds. I have listened to two audiobooks in a row, and having a full book is a lot less labor intensive than having to find You Tube videos or podcasts when the current one finishes.

Storm is very much on the case when it comes to making sure I rest/she gets cuddles. Sometimes, she helps me watch videos. Usually of the journaling variety, or people reading Reddit threads. Fan edits for favorite ships from favorite shows are also a big part of my viewing. I am fumbling my way back to listening to music, which is something that has always gone with my best writing. I consider that a good sign.

How is July treating you?

Finding Joy in Vintage Romance: A Summer Read

June 10, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Today was one of those summer days (I know, the calendar says it’s still spring, but trust me, it’s summer) where it’s hot and humid and I am especially thankful for Koolio and the fan club, as well as access to drinking water. Storm is on self care patrol and lets me know when I need to take a break. My desk is next to the window, which is not great on summer afternoons. Now that this is my room instead of sharing it, I can move that, if I want to. We will see.

Photo by Anastasia Borozdina on Pexels.com

Originally, I had planned to take pictures of some selected art journal pages, because art journaling is getting me through a lot of the life adjustments going on lately, but this was a low energy day, and a stock image is better than an unwritten blog.

Anyway, it’s summer. This is the kind of day when. as a kiddo, I would have begged my mom for a few hours at the public pool. I do not know if there is a public pool near me now. I should find out about that. The next thing that comes to mind is settling into a seasonally appropriately seasonal reading nook with fan access, cold beverage of choice, and a vintage paperback. Also with a spot for feline companion. When I was a teen, that meant the brass bed in the guest bedroom, with a box fan in the window, aimed straight at me. My current bed isn’t brass, but it is metal framed, with a swoopy headboard, so I am going to call it close enough. Tomorrow is laundry day, which means fresh, flower=sprigged sheets. I am currently reading a vintage gothic romance on my Kindle app, but I also want to dig out a vintage paperback for the full experience. If anybody ever made a way to scent Kindles like vintage books, they would make a fortune.

Speaking of vintage paperbacks, if I had known, during the Bicentennial, that it was going to be this hard to find historical romance set around (as in before, during, and after) the American Revolution were going to be so scarce when it came to America 250, I would have asked my mother and aunts to stock up, for the sake of my future well-being. They were everywhere in 1976, but I was ten, so A) I was not in a place to be buying my own books, and B) I was still a year away from the fateful day I would snatch The Kadin, by Bertrice Small, from my mother’s nightstand, and fall head over heels with historical romance.

So, where is this going? I’m not sure, but written is written, and I stand by that. Fiction writing is going well, actually. I am in uncharted waters now with Her Last First Kiss, as this is one of the parts of the book that I changed, so getting all my ducks in a row is having an effect on the daily page count, but that’s okay. Weekends are for cleanup. Weekdays are for blabbering, and, so far, that seems to be working out okay. The Chasing Prince Charming reboot has now had a look-over and tweak from both Melva and myself, so now we are closer to publication. Formatting, cover art, uploading, boom. Melva is doing the first pass over Queen of Hearts, which is going to need some tweakier tweaks, but things are going well.

Next week will be six months since Real Life Romance Hero left us. I know he’d be my biggest cheerleader, though he never read my romance novels. Some days, it feels like it just happened, and some days, it’s like it’s always been that way. Weird, but apparently par for the course. I had already planned for my next new historical to go into discovery writing, to have both male and female leads widowed and finding love for a second time, but that was long before RLRH’s passing. This one is gong to be close to home, and I am actually looking forward to that.

Writing is my happy place. I would like to be doing more reading, which I have in the past done best when I have to talk about it to other people. Would you be interested in book reviews/impressions here? Possibly on TikTok or YouTube, but I don’t see a lot of representation for vintage historical romance, and I would like to chance that.

What’s up with you guys?

Typing With Wet Paws: Sunday Snoozy Edition

June 8, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Tails up, Storm Troopers! I’m Storm, you’re awesome, and this is Typing With Wet Paws It’s June, which means summer, which is not Mama Anna’s favorite season, but she is glad it’s here because the next season is fall, which is her favorite. This is also the month where we observe the six-month half-anniversary of Papa going to Rainbow Bridge. I miss him, and I am doing my best to make sure Mama Anna is okay.

Writing is going pretty well over here, which makes me feel confident we are on the right track. Part of that, apparently, is me doing my weekly blogging duty. Since Mama Anna lets me have free rein of her office chair, next to Koolio, when she is not using it, I figure I can manage that. She is also my treat dealer. I know where the treats are, but they are high and in a drawer and I don’t have thumbs. I do have dewclaws, but they are not the same thing.

Anyway, the point of this post is that Mama Anna wants to update the graphics on this site, and one of those things is my signature photo. Big Sister Skye had a picture of her walking away, with her big floofy tail. I like sleepy pictures (I am great at napping.) Also, I am a sleek girl, so if I have a picture of me walking away, you would see the :ahem: Eye of the Storm as we call it. Which picture do you like? For those wondering, I did wake up and eat the treats that were right next to my head a few seconds after she took the picture.

In computer news, Mama Anna’s laptop caught a virus (she’ll be taking care of that ASAP) and her desktop is chugging along. The word she uses for it is “elderly.” This means that she is going to have to figure out how to turn Papa’s newest laptop into her newest laptop. That would have been easier if he had written down his password anywhere. Looks like Mama Anna is going to be on a first name basis with the computer guys at the computer store.

That’s about it for this week. What’s going on in your world?

June Reflections: Music, Reading, and New Beginnings

June 2, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Welp, it’s June. Safe and happy Pride to all who celebrate. The start of a new month is as good a time as any to hop back on the blogging horse. Storm will be back on the weekend. Today, you’re with me. That’s good timing, because I am feeling more myself today than I have lately. One big sign of that is that I am listening to music again. Since it’s been a long time, that means I get loads of new music to discover. Reading is coming back as well, and, no surprise, vintage historical romance and gothics are indeed my way back to reading.

As thrilled as I am to find one of my top three historical romance, and one of my top two gothic romance authors in KU (and paperback, for those so inclined) I do have to give preference to the original cover:

This book is The Stuff when it comes to finding an Anna-worthy read. The setting is 1720 New England (I don’t think the colony is specified, so insert your favorite.) Our heroine, Adria, is not fitting in with her adoptive Puritan community. For people who spend that much time in church, they might try reading their Bible, because I don’t think they have. Adria gets in big trouble, right off the bat, and her only way out is the choice arguably worse than death — the big scary house on the cliff, Wyndspelle. There’s a job for her there, caring for an ailing woman…and that’s all Adria knows. Adria is a quick study, though, and she can tell that creepy and unknown is better than certain death, so off she goes.

I have read this book, and the whole trilogy before, and I have never read a Vandergriff I haven’t loved. It’s been a while, though, so I expect a few jump scares along the way. I have one of her other reissues, Sisters of Sorrow, a standalone gothic, preordered for the end of the month. I am pretty sure I have a paperback copy of that one in my keepers box, which is regrettably in storage. I am definitely going to need my special books around me as I embark on this new chapter of life. Real Life Romance Hero’s half-anniversary of his passing is this month.

There is also art journaling, which is a load-bearing wall in keeping me together. Some days, it’s all words. Sometimes, like above, it’s no words and an assortment of images culled from any number of sources. Right now, I am focused on using what I have more than acquiring new things. I will repurchase things that I use to completion or have passed their usefulness, but I got all of these things because I wanted to use them, so I will. Discovering things I had forgotten about or neglected feels very on brand for life in general right now, and I am very sure that some of this will spill over to fiction writing.

Right now, thanks to the critique group found through an RWA program, I need to have thirty pages of new fiction by the end of the month. That felt like a lot at first, until, surprise, I hauled out a notebook and started to break things down. If I write five days a week for the next three weeks (the last one is a cushion) that is only three blocks of ten pages. That means two pages per day, or 500 words, if you prefer. I do have a tracker in my regular calendar, so I will report on how that does when I hit my goal. Melva and I are not only proofing the Chasing Prince Charming reissue, and diving into the final-final pass of Queen of Hearts, but have been tossing about some what-ifs for a new standalone, based off a long-ago writing prompt.

That’s going to be it for today, as I need to get my pages in, so talk amongst yourselves, or better yet, say hi in the comments. What’s a vintage author you think more people should be reading?

Sketchybooks

May 26, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Right now, the thing holding my brain together is a sketchbook. Technically more of an art journal, which I already have, but this one is different. This one is dedicated to filling as quickly as possible. I grabbed the closest notebook to me, and the closest art supplies, and went all the way through, making frames around every single page in the darned thing. No thinking at all, just frames with liquid watercolor daubers that are mostly on their way to the great supply closet in the sky. Forget concerns about paper weight. Forget asking if it would be good enough. Nope, watch sketchbook videos on YouTube and continue until every single page had a frame.

This picture is actually from a different sketchbook, but it’s mine, and the idea is the same. This was me trying out a soft pencil and blending stump. The “help” text is mostly there because it fit in the box. Still, it’s pertinent. I don’t have pictures of the sketchbook I’m talking about at present, and probably won’t until it’s all full. I am thinking maybe a flip through at a later date.

Improv session ended a couple of weeks ago, and the next one will be, I think, in August. Right in time for Real Life Romance Hero’s birthday, which I will appreciate. Next month will see the six month mark of his passing, and it’s taken me that long to figure out what I want to do for a very private memorial. It will involve some of his favorite foods and fond memories. Nothing formal, but it feels right.

Some of the lessons from improv are finding good use in my current sketchbook practice. Housemate shows me the cool tag from her new clothing item. Do I want that for my sketchbook? Yes, please. Straw wrapper from a local diner that has “biodegradable” printed on it? On the page. Random papery bits I find while I excavate the doom piles? That’ll do. No overthinking, very little thinking, and actually very few words. That both surprises me and doesn’t.

Time moves differently in grief. An hour can take forever and then three weeks can whoosh past so quickly that they knock a person off balance. I don’t make the rules. The practice of throwing images and colors and shapes on the page does things for the story part of my brain. I’m not sure how that works. I’m not sure I need to know. What I do know is that this new sketchbook lives in a hard shell case that travels with me, at home and outside. Spare minutes? Sketchbook. Waiting in line? Sketchbook. No idea what to draw? No problem. Not great at drawing? Shapes. Lines. Squiggles. Colors. Textures. Slap it down and move on along.

Do I know how this is going to carry over into writing? I do not. Am I confident that it is getting me where I need to be? Yes, I am. As with improv, blurt. Say the next obvious thing. My challenge for this sketchbook is that I have to use things I already own, preferably only things within the case, plus found objects, such as the straw wrappers and clothing tags.

That’s where I am going to leave it, because it’s late, and I have commitments in the morning. This, too, is blurting. Plopping whatever is in my head into the blog, slap a picture down and hit “post.”

What’s your next obvious thing?

Typing With Wet Paws: Mama Anna and the Piles of Doom Edition

May 16, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Tails up, Storm Troopers! I’m Storm, you’re awesome, and this is Typing With Wet Paws. Today makes five months since Papa went to Rainbow Bridge. We miss him, and we are finding our way. Some days are easier than others. I think this one is going to be okay.

That cake is from an outing earlier this week, one on which Mama Anna did not take me. Still salty about that. I love car rides. Something about cats not being allowed in diners, which I think is stupid. They probably have a decent seafood section on the menu, and I bet I could fit in a high chair. Anyway, sometimes there is cake. I don’t know if there will be cake today, but Mama Anna and Aunt Linda will be going to the groomer, so maybe.

Anyway, about the piles of doom. I am not allowed to post pictures of those. Mama Anna is not fond of them, and is working on sorting them all out into some semblance of order. She says physical clutter is mental clutter, and I don’t think she is too far off on that one. Suffice it to say that I get to investigate everything, and inspect anything going in or out of the house.

Here is a picture of me in my supervisory position, said position being on Mama Anna’s shoulder. Here, we are watching something on the small glowy box together. I love our girls’ movie nights. Mama Anna is learning to pace herself on this sort of thing. Right now, we are watching the new Night Court. After that, it will be Lord of the Flies. Our viewing habits have range. As far as I can tell, neither have any calico cats in them. In the latter, that is probably a good thing. I will count that as a win.

Anyway, back to the piles of doom. Those are what happen when life gets…lifey. Mama Anna figures that this is the week we bring Koolio out of retirement. That gives Mama Anna some extra comfort while going through said piles. Even more if she can listen to an audiobook while she does so. She likes that there are other things going on besides de-piling. Somehow, that makes it more palatable. Also, if I help by supervising from a distance, odds are high I will get treats. I send her love beams while she does her stuff, and remind her that this is all a reasonable reaction to a very unusual situation. Either she feels bad about the piles being there, or she feels good about having vanquished another one. All the while, she has story stuff going on in her head. Especially when she takes care of her notebooks and pens and stuff like that. I also take care of her pens, though that is usually by batting them around the floor, usually in the middle of the night. Sometimes I mix it up with parkour.

Here is a spread from one of Mama Anna’s journals. The bathtub picture is a postcard from a local art store and then the other pictures are from the stationery box that comes every month. This month’s theme is birds and foliage. I strongly approve of that theme. Maybe they finally listened to cats’ input.

What’s going on in your world?

Mermay

April 30, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

So, tomorrow is May. I’d ask how that happened, but life is like that. For us planner and journal people, this becomes one of the highlights, because it means new themes, chances to play with our pretty things, etc. For this month, the theme is easy: Mermay. Mermaids. I love mermaids. Back when I was but a wee princess, someone gave me a book of British folklore, from the UK. We had a few family friends who were from the UK, so it may be from one of them. I was probably ahead of my peers when it came to knowing the difference between mermaids, sirens, and selkies. Also the whole manatee theory (yes, that is a nod to How I Met Your Mother. Still love the show, apart from the ending.) I don’t remember the name of the standup comic (likely from the UK as well) who talked about finding an old fur coat in the attic, then her dad got mad and nobody ever saw her mom again, but I very much got the joke. If you know, you know.

I am doodling more these days, largely when whatever is going on in my brain says “absolutely not” to sleep. That means time to watch some scripted drama and slap some shapes and colors on the page. I can sort of doodle mermaids, as in the tail half at the top or bottom (or side, come to think of it) going out of frame. We will see how that goes as the month progresses. Back when I was a teen, I used to doodle a lot more, often faces, not with any great detail, but it was fun and maybe a good thing to bring back into my repertoire.

Reading is, thankfully, back, which means May is a great time to take another look at some sort of reading journal…of which I have no idea how I want to set up. Probably watch a bunch of videos how other people do such things, make a couple of false starts and then hit my stride. Things usually work like that. My current romance read is Just in Time For a Highlander, by Gwyn Cready, the first in her Sirens of the Scottish Border series (nope, no mermaids, just time travel.) I love that the historical period in her time travels appears to almost always be the eighteenth century, but a little disappointed that there are no new titles since 2016. I am happy that I correctly guessed the heroines in the second two books, so looking forward to those.

Perhaps what has me most excited for May is that one of my top tier favorite historical romance and gothic authors, Aola Vandergriff, sadly no longer with us is now on Kindle Unlimited. Since some of her titles are very hard to find, and pricey, this is very, very, very good news for those interested in finally getting to read those. I have House of the Dancing Dead preordered for a May 8th release. Yes, I am excited. Yes, I will be dropping everything else to read this as soon as it arrives on my device. I also plan to reread the author’s Wyndspelle and McCleod Daughters series, historical gothic, and American historical romance saga, respectably. Probably all of her books, to be honest, because she is one of my top top top favorites and it has been a while.

That’s about it for today. I have a planner to prep for the new month, and Netflix and art journal sounds wreally really good right now. What are your plans for May?

Typing With Wet Paws: Proof of Life Edition

April 23, 2026annabowling Leave a comment

Tails up, Storm Troopers! I’m Storm, you’re awesome, and this is Typing With Wet Paws.

Mama Anna says I have to apologize for the radio silence on this blog. I have been doing Very Important Cat Things, most of which include taking care of Mama Anna, now that it is just us girls. A lot of that involves sitting directly on Mama Anna because she is not that great at knowing when to rest, and I have magic healing purr powers. Also, the new bed is super, super comfortable, which should be very good for sleep. Well, it is for me. Mama Anna, well, she is still working on that.

Right before Easter, Aunt Mary and Uncle Brian were here, with my Cousin Skye, who is a dog. They did not come actually into the apartment, because the apartment is cozy, and Cousin Skye is a big dog. That is okay because they gave me a big bunch of cat toys, all of the catnip variety. When Mama Anna came home, I tried to climb into the gift bag, because that is where my toys were. I went straight for the ones shaped like fruit slices. Mama Anna is saving the others for after I have killed all the fruit slices. She calls Aunt Mary and Uncle Brian my nip dealers.

Koolio, our air conditioner, is not on yet, because the weather has been indecisive around here. That is what we get for living in New York. Right now, there are flannel sheets on the bed, but there are pink flowery cotton ones to go on next time we change the sheets. Aunt Linda’s window is open sometimes. I like to sit in it and watch the birds.

Speaking of watching, the other day, Mama Anna put on an awesome movie specifically for me. I think it is called Aquarium. There is a blue fishie, and he swims. There is a yellow fishie, and she swims. Then there is a white triangle fishie, and you will never guess what they do. They swim. There is a squiggly eel and some plants and rocks and stuff. It’s pretty great. I sat up straight and paid super super close attention. It kept me busy while Mama Anna had to do something else. I suspect she knew that would happen.

Normally, as a cat, I am not the biggest fan of change, but there are a few up sides to the changes that are going on over here. One, the new bed is pretty awesome. My big bed fits on it, and I get my own side. Sometimes, I climb on top of all of the pillows and watch Mama Anna sleep. Also, when she moves stuff, I find interesting things like toys, hair ties, and earbuds. Sometimes, I am the one who finds the fun stuff, and sometimes that happens during human sleep time. Sometimes that turns it into human awake time.

Anyway, I am very busy supervising, because Mama Anna is doing something called a “destash.” This means finding new homes for stationery stuff that she is not using but will be of great interest to other people. We are a smoke free house, but she does have to say that we are animal friendly. Some people who have pets and do destashes mention that their pets do not plan. Mama Anna cannot say that, because there is picture proof to the contrary.

That is pretty much it around here. Mama Anna did finish reading one library book and started another, which is progress. She can rub my belly while she reads, which works out really well for me.

How are you guys doing?

Typing With Wet Nails

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