I'm working on the second novel draft, which is really coming along quickly, so I'll admit I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings. I just got Mandy into London - where the book is set - when I saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye.
I looked over and saw that Zericote had jumped up onto the bed directly behind La Nina.
My heart about stopped. Zericote has claws and Nina doesn't so it wouldn't be a fair fight, not to mention it's Nina's bed. So I got up as quick as I could, made my way slowly to the bed, telling Nina the whole time not to look behind her, and grabbed Zericote. Nina saw her once I was holding the kitten and started hissing and growling again, but the major fight was averted.
I don't know if I'll survive the kitten being integrated into the household. She's already completely subdued both dogs (Monty is a border collie cross so he's fairly big and Rocky is a pug) not to mention Mr. Jinx, our only male cat. He's huge. I'm not kidding.
That's him in the drawer - no wonder my clothes are always covered in cat hair. And Nina in the desk chair. Her desk chair. I'm just allowed to use it.
There's a wonderful quote, the source escapes me for the moment, but a gentleman said that he tried to have a heart attack a day whether he needed one or not. That's kinda how I'm feeling right now with the kitten and La Nina.
Stop laughing, Ro.