Springtime at last! My roses are blooming, peonies about to open. violets everywhere except where I planted them, and new projects are flourishing.
First, for those who have asked, the sixth Divas book is nearly finished. It’s currently titled Divas Are Forever, and this time the Divas are trying to find out who killed an elderly man at a Civil War battle reenactment during the annual Holly Springs Pilgrimage. I’m also working on a reissue of a romance novel, and a new Regency-era short story for a Christmas anthology.
Good news about the last kitten, named Kasey: He was adopted by a wonderful little girl and her family! He looks quite content and King of the Castle, and his litter mate, Duchess (formerly Keira), is definitely Queen of her domain as well. Photos below!
Sadly, we had a loss two months ago tomorrow. Gigi, a cat shared with my good friend and neighbor Tracey, was killed by two loose dogs while she sat in the sunshine across the street. While there is a leash law for cats in our city, Gigi was a Norwegian Forest Cat, a breed nearly impossible to keep inside. I know very well the casualty rate of cats allowed to roam free and keep mine up, but Gigi was just one of those cats who got out no matter what I did or what Tracey did. Tracey adopted her ten years ago from the local animal shelter, and when she had to move to an area where traffic was bad, she left Gigi with me. Last summer Tracey moved back into her house across the street and Gigi became our shared cat. She spent the nights with Tracey, and showed up on my front porch every morning for a tuna breakfast. Animal Control is wonderful here, and arrived quickly when I called them about the loose dogs. That’s when we learned that the dogs came from a couple miles away, and had already killed a cat on the next street when they found Gigi sunning herself. She never had a chance. The animal control officers were able to capture the two loose dogs the next day when they attacked horses nearby, and since they are “habitual offenders” they’ve confiscated them. (I’m told they won’t be euthanized, but are not available for public adoption, only to qualified adopters).
Gigi is resting now near one of my bird feeders where she used to like to sit and wait for unsuspecting birds, an activity I highly discouraged. I’ve planted Forget-Me-Nots on her grave. May she be waiting at the Rainbow Bridge with all the others I’ve lost.