Rookie's Gotcha Day Morning Report

Tuesday, July 8. Rainy and cool.

On this date in 2024, Ellen Richmond kindly gave me a ride to the Tradewinds Market in Clinton, to a meet in the parking lot, where the deal went down, and a black kitten, with wide eyes and a great deal of surprised good humor came home to the Cat Farm. He weighed about 4 pounds on arrival. His name was Rook Thunderpaws.

Today, on the first anniversary of his Gotcha Day, Rookie (as he's called more often than not) weighs a whopping 12.25 pounds, making him the largest cat in the household. The windows have been opened so that he may do a proper inspection, he and Tali have already competed for possession of the spring, and he supervised my taking the trash to the curb from the viewport overlooking the driveway.

I will be updating on festivities a little later, but I woke up knowing where a scene I've had in my head for at least two years goes, and having to do research on: the Tactical Defense Pods; Jen Sin's age; and formal language re Scout issued weapons. I also need to eat breakfast.

Therefore, I'm jumping off the internets for a few hours, to eat breakfast, write my scene, correct my other scene, and do my duty to the cats.

Here's a picture to get you in a celebratory mood:

Last Blog of a Tuesday

There is a photoblog of Rookie's Gotcha Day Celebrations here.

Not to overshadow Rookie's Celebrations (which -- everybody wore themselves out and they're napping now. I have been informed by His Gotchaness that there will NOT be fireworks this evening, so -- OK, then)

As I was saying before I got caught in my own parenthetical -- not to overshadow The Celebrations, but! I have finished writing my scene at +/-2,080 words, which brings the WIP entire to!

+/-51,490 words.

And there was MUCH rejoicing.  Also ice cream.  Because, by damn, I earned ice cream.

Here, have a celebratory snippet:

"Jen Sin!" Catie's voice was sharp from directly overhead. "He has a knife!"

"Well of course he has a knife," Jen Sin said, astonishment sharpening his own voice. "He's not an idiot."