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Yup, another anniversary, only this has to do more with home life once again. Suppose I could #homelife hash tag that shit…because you know, they scrape the internet for those things, right? Anyway, the year marked by today’s date is the date we brought Ember home! Or, rather I fucking cat-napped the little shit!

I’ve mentioned on Social Media about this stray but here’s the full story. I mentioned that the girlfriend sprang a cat on me shortly after surgery. A few months later, I sprang this picture on her and told her about Ember (then unnamed) outside by the dumpster. And today, a year ago, we had the funds to scoop her up, throw her in a carrier and take her to the vet to get checked out.

The only thing that’s become a concern is the fur on the back by her tail, and the bumps that have appeared. I’m beginning to think that’s stress related and was informed that our hormone plugin thingie that helps keep the kitties calm had run out a long ass time ago. My Sweet Ember isn’t self-destructive. She her fur has been growing back while the stress in this apartment is mostly “gone.”

But I’m happy to have this little girl who pretty much mimics my behavior (I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t give a fuck about anything, bring me my drink, my cigar, a little *OMAHA* and go fuck off….but not before bringing me a steak) to the point where, yeah. She does eat bison, ground lamb…likes ham a LOT….enjoys quiet nights and walks along the beach…is a Cancer and…well *snicker*

She’s actually the second biggest reason I won’t be staying in Spain more than a handful of weeks at a time. First, much as I’d love to do a three month tour of Spain, I refuse to pay taxes there AND here. Second, we’ve got a routine. And because I have a (possibly bad) habit of paying hyperattention to every little thing around me, I don’t like disrupting that. I’d miss her. And when I go to Spain, I want the lover here and our cats to spend quality time, but I’ve come to realize that part of my problem before the younger lover moved in was that I was FUCKING LONELY! And while an animal isn’t a human (hint, we’re better than you humans) it’s another reason to have kept going when I was having issues from time to time.

Unlike Kel kitty, Ember kitty kinda doesn’t give a fuck when I lay out Tarot cards in spreads. She chirps, plays, runs with a heavy footfall (If I walked ‘normally’, I would too) and she sleeps stretched out and sweetly and gets kisses every night before bed. Kel does too, but he’s prone to sleeping with us, either on the younger lover’s head, her CPAP or our bedroom window, though sometimes the sweet boy will lie on the bed on my side of the bed.

I swear though, the amount of cat pics of both kitties almost rivals the amount of porn on my damn iPhone…it’s ridiculous.

Since I mentioned porno…here’s some soft core that’s actually the inspiration for Ada, an upcoming Heroine.

My next post will have book news. I promise. For now, enjoy the cat pics as we move into the fall part of the year, I take off this stupid $SPY trade and figure out where to redeploy $200, and set up newsletters for Sep.

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