Our big orange boy kitty, Sampson (Sammy) is in the hospital with what they think is an infection. He’s a sick kitty and, at the age of fifteen, there’s only so much that can be safely done to help him. He’s on IV antibiotics and being made comfy. That’s our start point.
Here’s how Sampson got his name. When we adopted him from a local shelter, someone had lobbed off his whiskers… hence, Sampson. He was skinny, whiskerless, but oh-so-sweet in the way he laid his head to my shoulder when I took him from his cage that I melted. At the shelter, they said he was around eighteen months old, but when we got him to the vet to be fixed we were surprised to learn that he was maybe six months old. He’s a big boy, a probable Maine Coon cross, and he has nothing but love for everyone.
Sammy later grew in some of the longest cat whiskers I’ve ever seen. They vary from 6″ to 7″ long.
Here’s hoping Sammy does well and returns home to us.
Welcome to another WIPpet Wednesday*. This week I’m sharing again from Mama, Me, and the Holiday Tree – Appalachian Elementals 1 ½. Yes, 1 ½. This novella is set in the holiday season between novels one and two, so we decided to run with the half. Or, for the purposes of the release day tour, #1.5. (Update – we’re running with 1.5 across the board to prevent any confusion.)
Mama, Me, and the Holiday Tree is scheduled for a November 5th release.
Here’s my WIPpet math for 10/3/18: I’m taking the three for three paragraphs from Mama, Me, and the Holiday Tree. The brief sentence in yellow comes from last week’s WIPpet.
WIPpet ONE “A Cedar in the Corner”
WIPpet TWO “The Perfect Tree”
WIPpet THREE “Yuletide Memories”
“Yeah, Stowne told me.” I sip my coffee then rise from the table in search of the quart of cream we keep in the homestead’s old Kelvinator fridge. “But that doesn’t explain why they’re so happy.” I add three heaping teaspoons of sugar to my cup, deep in thought as I stir. I remember that Stowne and I built this homestead together in the early nineteenth century. That version of me was Irish and desperate for a home that resembled Ireland, and this place certainly looks like pictures I’ve seen. My motivations might change each life, but I’m in many ways the same, and I always try to come here, to reach Stowne and this mountain. That’s what I’m told, anyway, but I don’t actually know.
My heart, however, says this is correct.
Here’s the thing about me and my memories. This life, I left Northeast Tennessee when I was eighteen years old. Actually, I didn’t just leave, I ran. I ran from my mother and her chronic mental illness, from everyone I thought wouldn’t accept me as genderqueer, from the magic I wasn’t ready to understand, from the looming pile of memories I’m now sorting through. But mostly, I ran from myself. Now I’m back, and I’m trying to cram three thousand years into my head, but I sometimes think space is running out.
*WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.
Book cover design by Jeanne G’Fellers