Marley & Me: How About Me?

I just finished reading "Marley & Me" which has been on the bestseller list for so many weeks, I couldn't put it on hold at the library so I had to buy it at Target. I didn't think it was the most fantastic dog story, in fact, it was kind of a typical dog story, and the guy writes like many newspaper columnists do, padding things out to get his word allotment in, but still, I cried like everyone else when the fetus died, the dog died, etc. And yes, living with pets make us all better people. (Except for all the bad people who don't get their pets fixed!)

I've got laughs and cries in my book, too. I need to find an agent! I went on the Internet to see how much money this guy made, and it's quite a bit. Even 10 percent of what he's making would solve all my current problems. And I even have a new chapter, because I just got Cat No. 8, which I will write about soon. This photo is of Cat No. 8's son, Sulu, who is actually Cat. No. 6.

I am so pathetic.

The Book is Done

I finished the book. It printed out at about 92 pages, not including the proposal. One of my brother's agents agreed to look at it, although reluctantly, so I mailed it off to E. 11th Street in New York City. The rules say I now have to give her assistant six weeks to think about it.

Neelix (above) goes two or three days on his tranquilizer and then roars back. I think he figured out how to sleep it off and cut down the time. On the recent roar-back, he broke a coffee cup and a thick plastic cup and cleared the breakfast bar a couple of times. Then he went downstairs and peed on the back of the laundry room door.