My leg, and then the dust. Stumpy bit my leg for no reason other than he was cranky from being woken up, and my leg was within range. It doesn’t matter now. I’m alive, and he’s not. Feline immunodeficiency virus got him. RIP Stumpy, 2009?-2013.
And another one bites…
Books read in 2012
The number of books I’ve read over the past year has increased quite a bit. Most of these books come from the public library or were free downloads. The quality of the free books is variable. Many, perhaps most, I discard after reading a few pages–and this is after previewing the books before I download. Poor copyediting or subject matter that I’m just not interested in can be determined pretty quickly, but other factors–an irritating or sophomoric or mean-spirited protagonist, a plot twisted out of believability to provide romance elements, plodding stretches of narrative–take awhile for me to catch.
In alpha order by author last name:
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Tutone was a friend of mine
Back in 2008, I’d see this cute little cat hanging around in the backyard. We left food out for her, and after about a year she joined the family permanently.
She loved to be petted. She needed to be petted. She was so happy to have humans again, she followed us all around and got underfoot, literally. She had belonged to someone before; she’d been fixed. Her inside manners weren’t so good at first. She had to relearn how to use a cat box. But she didn’t intend to be bad.
Didn’t like other cats much. She and Sydney hated each other. But before Sydney died the two had reached accommodation.
Her relationship with Stumpy was always a problem. He’s a big bully, and she was terrified of him. We had to make sure she wasn’t alone with him unless she had a safe corner.
We knew she was an older cat, but I thought we’d have a few more years with her. She died just a year and three months after Sydney.
Books read in 2011
The books I’ve read this year, in alphabetic order by author last name. Continue reading “Books read in 2011”