This is how you can tell when you are crossing the line to being full-fledged crazy cat lady. Your husband tells you sternly that we now have enough cats. No matter how sad their story is, you're not getting another cat. I used to agree with him, but now I know in my heart, if there is a sad story, I will probably end up with another cat.
My son yells that if my husband dies first, he is going to take all the cats to the pound and put me in a home. I fear this as a real possibility. I see that bleak notice on the cat cages in PetSmart all the time. "Owner had to move into a nursing home and could not keep cat." I don't want my cats to end up that way. Somehow I have to time it right that I can outlive them all, and at a certain point in my life, not get any more.
I'd rather stay home with the cats than do anything else. I am like the head Meerkat and this is my tribe. I like to just hang out with them, to know where they're all at. I have no interest in taking trips, even overnight, anywhere. I'm content to stay home with the cats.
I got an email from a person who saw this blog and said he/she would buy my book when it came out. So that's one. They gave me the addresses of two book publishers, but both of them only buy from agents. Thanks, but I need an agent, not the address of a publisher. Getting an agent is easily a part-time job. Sending the proposal out once a month isn't getting me anywhere.
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