Convention, with Coon Cat
Tuesday, October 14th, 2008 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniSo, AlbaCon was a blast. We had managed to miss the last couple, what with one thing and a day-job, and it was good to re-connect to folks I hadn't seen in 'way too long. The before-con signing with Eric Flint and Ryk E. Spoor went well, with a lively panel-like conversation to warm us all up. And! We sold us some books.
Because we have All Those Books in the basement, SRM Publisher took a dealer's table at the con -- another thing we hadn't done in several years. Got a chance to sharpen up my arithmetic skills, so it's all good. And! We sold us some books.
Despite paneling and partying and huxtering, we managed to take a couple of walks around the city in the immediate vicinity of the hotel. Albany must be the Queen of city parks. Our Sunday morning walk took us to three, including a very handsome little pocket park behind City Hall, and we were never more than four blocks from the hotel.
Monday following the con -- that would have been yesterday -- we motored away from Albany in the opposite direction to home, arriving nine-fifteenish at the Neptune Grill in Beautiful Downtown Oneonta. There, after a convivial and much-needed breakfast with Elektra of Blue Blaze Cattery, we repaired to the parking lot and moved Blue Blaze Sphinxian Hexapuma from the Official Blueblazemobile to Argent the Subaru -- and set off North and East, arriving at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory a little after 7 p.m.
Scrabble and Mozart are still ...puzzled. This is the first time we've come back from a convention with a cat, after all. Mozart spent last night under the bed instead of in his preferred position on top of it, though he did emerge this morning to jump in my lap and have the comics read to him, as is his habit. Scrabble displays a wearisome tendency to hiss and scream whenever Hexapuma wanders in her direction. The high point of that being this morning, when she jumped up on the microwave cart/ex-computer-stand in Steve's room, and curled 'round on her specially placed fleece blanket for the after-breakfast nap. Hex thought that blanket looked pretty darn good, all blue and fluffy and elephanty -- and somebody to sleep with didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
Scrabble, alas, prefers to sleep alone.
In other news, I did go to the day-job today, which may not have been the smart thing to do. Con-energy is entirely the Wrong Sort for a departmental secretary. On the other hand, I didn't actually kill anybody...
Because we have All Those Books in the basement, SRM Publisher took a dealer's table at the con -- another thing we hadn't done in several years. Got a chance to sharpen up my arithmetic skills, so it's all good. And! We sold us some books.
Despite paneling and partying and huxtering, we managed to take a couple of walks around the city in the immediate vicinity of the hotel. Albany must be the Queen of city parks. Our Sunday morning walk took us to three, including a very handsome little pocket park behind City Hall, and we were never more than four blocks from the hotel.
Monday following the con -- that would have been yesterday -- we motored away from Albany in the opposite direction to home, arriving nine-fifteenish at the Neptune Grill in Beautiful Downtown Oneonta. There, after a convivial and much-needed breakfast with Elektra of Blue Blaze Cattery, we repaired to the parking lot and moved Blue Blaze Sphinxian Hexapuma from the Official Blueblazemobile to Argent the Subaru -- and set off North and East, arriving at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory a little after 7 p.m.
Scrabble and Mozart are still ...puzzled. This is the first time we've come back from a convention with a cat, after all. Mozart spent last night under the bed instead of in his preferred position on top of it, though he did emerge this morning to jump in my lap and have the comics read to him, as is his habit. Scrabble displays a wearisome tendency to hiss and scream whenever Hexapuma wanders in her direction. The high point of that being this morning, when she jumped up on the microwave cart/ex-computer-stand in Steve's room, and curled 'round on her specially placed fleece blanket for the after-breakfast nap. Hex thought that blanket looked pretty darn good, all blue and fluffy and elephanty -- and somebody to sleep with didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
Scrabble, alas, prefers to sleep alone.
In other news, I did go to the day-job today, which may not have been the smart thing to do. Con-energy is entirely the Wrong Sort for a departmental secretary. On the other hand, I didn't actually kill anybody...
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I didn't actually kill anybody...
Date: 2008-10-14 09:43 pm (UTC)And do we get pictures of Hex?
And help me out here. I know I should recognize Hexapuma as a story reference but I'm drawing a complete blank.
Re: I didn't actually kill anybody...
Date: 2008-10-14 09:47 pm (UTC)Re: I didn't actually kill anybody...
Date: 2008-10-14 11:51 pm (UTC)In the meantime, here's a picture of me (http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v24/Bronwyn/Albacon/?action=view¤t=JenniferandSharonLeeAnneMcCaffreyan.jpg) to tide you over. Not, I caution, that I'm anywhere near as handsome as Hex.
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Date: 2008-10-14 10:01 pm (UTC)Feeder of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde
Date: 2008-10-14 10:26 pm (UTC)I do not need another cat.
I do not need another cat.
I do not need another cat.
I do not need another cat.
I do not need another cat.
I do not need another cat.
Re: Feeder of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde
Date: 2008-10-14 11:27 pm (UTC)Re: Feeder of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde
Date: 2008-10-14 11:48 pm (UTC)Now Quigley the Demon Dust Bunny Hunter... a barn kitten, came to us when my son was born and my daughter (then 2.5) desperately needed a kitten (don't ask me)... mind you, we had four or five rescues already at the time. Then there are the 'twins'. Their mother was a stray that an allergic friend of mine took in. ::sigh:: So of course, she couldn't keep any of the kittens and no one wanted them because it was kitten season. Ergo, we acquired Sir Thomas of Snuggle and Zaphoid Beeblebrox.
Next in age is StarWalker BitCat the ComputerKitty. At the time he came to us we had seven (count them seven) rescue cats at the house (okay, six if you don't count Quigley). My ex was taking his thrice weekly constitution through a wooded path near our house with his girlfriend and heard "mew?... mew?... mew! mew! mmmmmmew!!!!" They brought back two balls of fur coated in dried tuna, which when cleaned were a black kit and a gray striped kit of about 4 weeks of age. I am not cold-hearted. Star's sister went to live at the farm when she found life with 7 Tims to be too much (we don't have Toms... we have Tims).
Come forward to saying good-bye to my ex, hello to my new husband (and good-bye to other cats... ). He has a cat named Tanis Quat the Dragon Slayer aka King, who is about the same age as Quigley (they have an ongoing argument about who reigns the house). Then the red-headed step-child... who never ever ever ever had a kitten... got a kitten. Vicious Miette Pumpkin Thunderblaster Knives Pterodactyl aka the Kitten aka Trouble aka Oberon.
I do not need another cat.
Re: Feeder of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde
Date: 2008-10-15 03:36 am (UTC)Kitty!
Date: 2008-10-15 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-15 03:23 am (UTC)update: Went searching at BlueBlaze and found HexaPuma (with Picture) listed as studlet. I must admit I do love Silver Tabbies.
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Date: 2008-10-15 04:14 am (UTC)Here is HP about a year ago - he looks about the same now.
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Date: 2008-10-15 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-15 04:37 am (UTC)Third Cat
Date: 2008-10-15 01:35 pm (UTC)