Pictures!

I’m not addicted to taking pictures of random people of four and two legs. I can stop anytime I want.

Mille and Mikro — sister and mum of the Murderkittenz — play fighting in the sand outside the stable. Never too old to goof around!
Cassie and Maja doing what Cassie does best: Stuff her face in the warm sun of the weekend.
Don’t say our horses don’t get desensitivity training! Emilie honestly looked less than thrilled about the barn owner’s band practising Nutbush City Limits while she ate. She prefers their Highway to Hell cover.
And today, Emilie finally got her feet trimmed! I was very impressed with the farrier — I honestly did not think we’d manage to get her hind hooves done yet. Yay!

Thinking “Cat”

Lend me your expertise.

The story I’m currently working on has been tentatively named, “The White Cat”. Unsurprisingly, there’s a cat in it (a white one, at that). Of all the things I thought I’d struggle with researching for this tale, I did not expect cat vision and cat psychology to be the biggest contenders.

Did you know that cats see the world in panorama-view? That they actually do see a hell of a lot better than we do in the dark? That they have absolutely crappy long distance vision?

This is what I love the most about writing. The process will send you researching the most bizarre factoids. Most of them you’ll never actually use. Some will be sprinkled around the story like little Easter eggs. I squeal like a fan girl when I read someone else’s story and realize that like me, they went on a nerdy research spree and slipped their research in between the lines, so to speak. When you can tell that the author may not have decided to use every tidbit, but what’s there is one hundred percent consistent and well researched. When the writing is confident, the author at home in his or her field. When you end up learning something.

A story works for me on multiple levels. Sometimes, a story is just a story. You read it, you toss it away, you forget about it, an hour or two well wasted and done with. Sometimes, you may not recall the story itself later but you remember the things you learned from it. A writer who can teach a lesson and tell a good story at once, that’s a writer who’s managing to balance lecturing, research, and storytelling.

Did you know that in the original Italian version of Cinderella, the benevolent fairy godmother figure was a cat?

Some help you are.

Plush Spiders, Blue Dye, and Pretty Faces

Mum and big sister of the Murderkittenz. Mum is the grey, the tuxedo is their half-sister.
What better greeting than a big, friendlly pair of ears and a whinney?
Meet our barn mascot. Yes, those are a couple of plush Easter chicks he’s holding for ransom. Hand over all your delicious toy flies now.
Fly protection is blue. Thank god Emilie will not be -staying- blue haired. It looks horrible, but the colour will wear off in a few days.

Wet Feet, Cat Parents, and Sunshine

Sunshine everywhere today! Let’s have all the random pictures of March sunshine goodness.

Husband likes to scratch Emilie’s butt. She in turn scratches my back. Unfortunately for me, Emilie has rather huge teeth.
Micro, mum of the Murderkittenz! She’s an elusive lady but the sun made her docile enough to shoot today.
The murderkittenz’ dad is even more elusive. In part because he knows he’s not allowed around here.
The first grass is poking up. We approve of this. So we eat it.
In other news Emilie survived her first foot bath with anti-fungal shampoo today. She wasn’t entirely sure she’d live it down but in the end, treats won over anxiety.