NaNoWriMo: Day 1

I am trying to do National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) this year. I’ve wanted to participate for a while now, and this year I actually have an idea. I’m much better with non-fiction than fiction, and this is more of a heavily-illustrated children’s/young adult’s book than it is an actual novel…but better to try and fail than to never have tried at all, eh?

Of course, this was supposed to have started on Nov. 1, but I was kind of busy last week, so I am officially starting November 5 and I’ll go to December 5.

Imagine this with a LOT of illustrations. Kind of like this, except more like my cartoons:

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That is the actual Romeo in the title of my story. He lives with the welders’ cats at Tolman’s.

So. Here’s my NaNoWriMo effort: Romeo and Jacoby

A bus rumbled past, much too fast and much too loudly, and Romeo woke from his makeshift bed atop the old generator. He stretched, tasting the air. It was cold, early December, and there was frost on the bushes just outside the chain-link fence. Romeo ruffled his fur to conserve heat, and thought the cold and the frost didn’t bother him so much when he was younger.

Jacoby woke up when the alarm went off. That meant it was time for breakfast. It was also supposed to mean that his human was supposed to wake up, too, and feed him, but she hardly ever did. The male human did, but not her. Usually, she hit the clock and went back to sleep. She slept almost as much as he did, Jacoby thought. When the alarm went off a second time, Jacoby decided to take matters into his own paws and stood up, stretched, and went to pull the silver rings out of the holes in his human’s ears.

Romeo went to see if there was any dried pellet food in the dishes. The men took care of them, it was true: they had beds, water, food, litter pans and shelter among the ramshackle collection of propane tanks, anvils, ladders and other metal things the men kept inside the wire house they lived in. But they weren’t always prompt with filling the bowls…at least, not prompt enough for Romeo. There were other bowls scattered about the men’s territory, but Romeo wasn’t in the mood to go investigate them. He felt like fresh food for breakfast, so he started trotting over to the old subway tunnel. There were usually mice there.

Jacoby helped his human make his breakfast. He always helped her. He was a smart cat. He knew where the food was, where the bowls and the special spoons were…if his paws were stretched out like his human’s, he knew he could make his own breakfast every day, but until that happened, he had to content himself with sitting up on the countertop and advising.

It’s only 344 words…but it’s a start.

Nyan Cat hunts in StarClan Now

Super sad news from Catsparella: The cat who inspired Nyan Cat has died from FIP. He was 2 years old.

He was a blue shorthair named Marty (after Marty McFly), and he took over the world. I have a Nyan Cat scarf, a T-shirt, and a very awesome camera strap featuring everyone’s favourite Pop-Tart rainbow cat

If you’ve been following my blog at all, you know FIP is my sworn enemy. It’s an evil, evil genetic disease that has no test, no vaccine, and no cure. There’s no way to really know if a cat has the “FIP gene” until they get sick. Very, very few cats survive FIP.

Jacoby’s half-brother, Gun-Hee, my first Aby, died from FIP before he was 2 years old. He was fine on June 1, looked a little peaked on June 10, went to the vet on June 20…and died on June 28. Researchers still don’t know a lot about FIP, except that it is caused by a mutation, not spread by air or shed in feces. I know it’s genetic because when Gun-Hee got sick, the cats he lived with (Kylie, age 3; Tessie, age 5; and Patrick, age 14) didn’t get so much as a sniffle…but his littermate-brother, Rusty, 1,000 miles away in New Brunswick, got sick with FIP within days of Gun-Hee. They hadn’t seen each other since they were 3 months old, but they both got the same disease in the same week.

Jake and Gun-Hee have the same father, Scar, but different mothers. Gun-Hee’s mother, Amber, had kittens with other fathers, and Scar had kittens with other mothers, but Gun-Hee and Rusty’s litter was the only one between Scar and Amber. No other kittens of Pellburn have gotten FIP.

And now Marty, aka Nyan Cat, has joined StarClan. Of course, he already has his own stars…and a rainbow, too.

Aby-a-Day – November 5: Airports are built for one thing – waiting (Hipstamatic Monday)

Airports basically have one function.

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They’re places where you wait for something.

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Wait to check in, wait to go through security…

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…Wait to board your flight, wait to take off…

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…Wait to land, wait to get off…

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…Wait to get your luggage, wait for a cab or other transportation…

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…Wait for your next trip somewhere fun and exotic.