Angela Verdenius's Blog - Posts Tagged "evie"
Fall for You excerpt & Ryder
Hi all
Well, I finally got the Fall for You excerpt up on my website. If you fancy a peek, I hope you find it promising!
In fact, the excerpt was lucky to make the website at all. Evie, the youngest and naughtiest of our cats, has been snoozing on my desk while I work, with her furry little feet up against the computer monitor. This would be fine if it weren't for the fact that it's a touch-screen, so she does interesting things to it. For example, I've had to start this post several times because it goes haywire thanks to furry tootsies, and I find my cursor in weird places because it keeps disappearing (again courtesy of furry tootsies). And odd icons appear that I never knew existed. I'm actually re-typing this now, because Evie just hit something and wiped the original post off. Oh yeah, and the icon bar that ran along the bottom of my screen is, oddly enough, now at the top of the screen. WTHell...?
Love the furry baby, though, even though she makes me just about pull my hair out sometimes!
Okay, so I'm also starting Ryder's story today. I'm wondering how long it will take before I'm threatening to delete him. I have a strong feeling his is going to be a painful write, because he's not a man to toe the line. Cooperation? He laughs at the word.
The delete button is close to my fingers, Ryder...I'm just saying...
Well, I finally got the Fall for You excerpt up on my website. If you fancy a peek, I hope you find it promising!
In fact, the excerpt was lucky to make the website at all. Evie, the youngest and naughtiest of our cats, has been snoozing on my desk while I work, with her furry little feet up against the computer monitor. This would be fine if it weren't for the fact that it's a touch-screen, so she does interesting things to it. For example, I've had to start this post several times because it goes haywire thanks to furry tootsies, and I find my cursor in weird places because it keeps disappearing (again courtesy of furry tootsies). And odd icons appear that I never knew existed. I'm actually re-typing this now, because Evie just hit something and wiped the original post off. Oh yeah, and the icon bar that ran along the bottom of my screen is, oddly enough, now at the top of the screen. WTHell...?
Love the furry baby, though, even though she makes me just about pull my hair out sometimes!
Okay, so I'm also starting Ryder's story today. I'm wondering how long it will take before I'm threatening to delete him. I have a strong feeling his is going to be a painful write, because he's not a man to toe the line. Cooperation? He laughs at the word.
The delete button is close to my fingers, Ryder...I'm just saying...
Naughty Kitties!
So you're probably wondering just who do I base all these different cats on that pop up in my books?
Look no further than my own furry mob! To give you a sample, here is a piece about one of my cats having an on-going fight with my Mum (I copied this off my other blog), and another wanting to lord it over visiting cats.
So, for your enjoyment, I present:
"Fight 1 - Mum & Polly"
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So Mum and Polly are fighting. I tell you, it’s not pretty (but it IS funny). So you’re wondering what on earth my mother, who is placid and easy-going, is doing fighting with Polly, who pretty much minds her own business as long as no one GETS in her business.
Basically, Polly has decided that the current Best Spot Ever is right on top of Mum’s jewellery box on the dressing table. This results in knocking off the alarm clock and whatever else happens to be on the dressing table at the time as she heaves her fat bum onto the dressing table, plops it down on the jewellery box and dares anyone stupid enough to try, to get her off.
Along comes Mum and all Hell breaks loose.
Mum: “What the - why are you on there?”
Polly: “Because.”
Mum: “I’ve told you a million times you’re not to go on there!”
Polly: “What’s your point?”
Mum: “Get off!”
Polly: “Don’t you touch me!”
Mum: *grunts as she tries to lift Polly off*
Polly: Hiss*spit*yell*
Mum: ^%#! She’s knocked the alarm clock off now!”
Angela: “Maybe that’s because you knocked it off while trying to get her off?”
Mum: “Shut up!”
Note to everyone - this is what happens when you’re dumb enough to try and offer comments that are, apparently, extremely unhelpful in this situation.
It continues -
Polly: “Let me go! HELP!”
Angela: “Why don’t you just leave her-?”
Mum: “She’s not staying there!”
Polly: “Yes I freakin’ am!”
Mum: “No you’re not. Get off!”
Angela: “She’ll only get back up there.”
Mum: “No she won’t.”
Polly: “Yes I freakin’ will! It’s the Best Spot Ever!”
Mum: *finally manages to dislodge Polly and plops her onto the chair beside the dressing table* “Now you can sit there.”
Polly’s eyes are huge, black and not friendly. “You really think so, huh?”
Angela: “You really think she’ll stay there?”
Mum: “She will.” Points at Polly. “You don’t go up on my dressing table knocking stuff off. Now stay.”
Angela: “She’s not a dog. No way is she going to-”
Mum: “She will if she knows what’s good for her.”
No sooner does Mum walk away than I peek through the doorway and yep, Polly has her a**e on the jewellery box again.
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Fight 2 - Evie and the Visitors
So we’ve had a busy time lately with visiting kitties coming to stay with us. There’s sweet little old Renee (who is 20yrs old), Skitty and Jeffrey (come as a pair) and Freya (a wide-eyed pure tortoiseshell). They’ve all been coming and going, sometimes overlapping.
Now we all know Evie has to be Boss Cocky. Struts her stuff and all that. She literally walks the walk and talks the talk. So any cats visiting get her full attention.
Now, if cats come for a long period (say several weeks), we usually start to integrate them into the household after about3 days, so they can run with ours, but if they’re only here for a few days or less than a week, I don’t worry about going through the whole introductions. Besides, Evie always makes that a little hairy (no pun intend).
So Renee, unfortunately, cannot mix with ours, because old or not, she’ll try to rip their faces off. Probably fall a***e over t*t while she does it because she’s so frail, but nevertheless I don’t want her having a heart attack while trying to knock another cat’s whiskers off on our watch.
Skitty and Jeffrey were only here for about five days, so no point tempting fate (especially Evie) by trying the introduction thing.
But Freya was here for several weeks, so it was a case of introduction time.
Now, when cats are shut in the front room with just the screen door between them and the others, Evie struts past them, plays in front of the door, presses her nose to it and stares in at them (especially when they’re using the litter tray, because unnerving them when they’re trying to do their business is such fun), and basically parades past showing them that SHE is Boss Cocky, SHE has the run of the place, it’s HER house and everything in it belongs to HER. She really enjoys this.
So let’s come back to Freya. Freya is a happy, bright-eyed tortoiseshell, only about a couple of years old from memory (and my memory is in serious question, but I’m pretty confident I’m right on this), and she is ultra affectionate.
So along comes the day when we let Freya out. The rest of the cats look at her and go “yeah, whatever” and go back to sleep. Polly just warns her not to get near the jewellery box or dressing table - “My place, you, my Best Spot Ever!” - and then comes Evie.
Evie, Evie, Evie. Her ears perk up, her whiskers bristled, her whole little body starts to quiver with excitement because there’s fresh meat to torment! She follows Freya as Freya prances around. Covertly, Evie slides from one piece of furniture to another, peers around the edges, pokes her head over the tops, sidles around the corners, the whole time keeping her prey in sight.
Freya, totally oblivious, dances around checking out everything, her eyes big and bright. (She really is a happy little cat).
Evie finally decides to reveal herself. TAH-DAH!!! “Cringe before me, you lowly peasant!”
Freya: “OMG! Someone to play with!” And proceeds to prance towards Evie.
This freaks out Evie. WTHell…? This thing isn’t afraid of her? Something wrong here, people. Evie snaps upright, her ears go back, her eyes go wide.
Freya happily trots forward. “Hi! How are you? Wow! Play with me! Wooooow!”
Evie, totally freaked out because this thing doesn’t recognize Her Majesty, backs up and disappears.
She spends the rest of the time that Freya is here either:
a) Hiding and peeking out at her
b) Sulking on Granny’s bed
c) Strutting in front of the screen door at night when Freya is put back in there to sleep.
Yep, night time is when Evie struts her stuff. “Going to bed with MY Granny,” she informs Freya, strutting past the door while Freya watches wide-eyed. “Going to MY bed with MY Granny,” Evie adds, strutting back the other way. “Only I sleep on MY Granny’s bed, ‘cause I’m Boss Cocky and everything!” this she delivers as she slides herself along the door. Then she proceeds to look up at Granny, all sweet and coy, casts Freya another triumphant glance as she watches, and trots after Granny, hopping into bed on HER little blankie in HER special spot on HER Granny’s bed, lays her little head in Granny’s hand and goes to sleep.
STILL BOSS COCKY!!!
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If you'd like to see photos of Polly on the jewellery box and Evie totally bewildered that Freya has no clue she's Boss Cocky, visit my blog where the photos of these two are:
http://www.angelaverdenius.blogspot.c...
Enjoy!
Look no further than my own furry mob! To give you a sample, here is a piece about one of my cats having an on-going fight with my Mum (I copied this off my other blog), and another wanting to lord it over visiting cats.
So, for your enjoyment, I present:
"Fight 1 - Mum & Polly"
***************
So Mum and Polly are fighting. I tell you, it’s not pretty (but it IS funny). So you’re wondering what on earth my mother, who is placid and easy-going, is doing fighting with Polly, who pretty much minds her own business as long as no one GETS in her business.
Basically, Polly has decided that the current Best Spot Ever is right on top of Mum’s jewellery box on the dressing table. This results in knocking off the alarm clock and whatever else happens to be on the dressing table at the time as she heaves her fat bum onto the dressing table, plops it down on the jewellery box and dares anyone stupid enough to try, to get her off.
Along comes Mum and all Hell breaks loose.
Mum: “What the - why are you on there?”
Polly: “Because.”
Mum: “I’ve told you a million times you’re not to go on there!”
Polly: “What’s your point?”
Mum: “Get off!”
Polly: “Don’t you touch me!”
Mum: *grunts as she tries to lift Polly off*
Polly: Hiss*spit*yell*
Mum: ^%#! She’s knocked the alarm clock off now!”
Angela: “Maybe that’s because you knocked it off while trying to get her off?”
Mum: “Shut up!”
Note to everyone - this is what happens when you’re dumb enough to try and offer comments that are, apparently, extremely unhelpful in this situation.
It continues -
Polly: “Let me go! HELP!”
Angela: “Why don’t you just leave her-?”
Mum: “She’s not staying there!”
Polly: “Yes I freakin’ am!”
Mum: “No you’re not. Get off!”
Angela: “She’ll only get back up there.”
Mum: “No she won’t.”
Polly: “Yes I freakin’ will! It’s the Best Spot Ever!”
Mum: *finally manages to dislodge Polly and plops her onto the chair beside the dressing table* “Now you can sit there.”
Polly’s eyes are huge, black and not friendly. “You really think so, huh?”
Angela: “You really think she’ll stay there?”
Mum: “She will.” Points at Polly. “You don’t go up on my dressing table knocking stuff off. Now stay.”
Angela: “She’s not a dog. No way is she going to-”
Mum: “She will if she knows what’s good for her.”
No sooner does Mum walk away than I peek through the doorway and yep, Polly has her a**e on the jewellery box again.
***********************
Fight 2 - Evie and the Visitors
So we’ve had a busy time lately with visiting kitties coming to stay with us. There’s sweet little old Renee (who is 20yrs old), Skitty and Jeffrey (come as a pair) and Freya (a wide-eyed pure tortoiseshell). They’ve all been coming and going, sometimes overlapping.
Now we all know Evie has to be Boss Cocky. Struts her stuff and all that. She literally walks the walk and talks the talk. So any cats visiting get her full attention.
Now, if cats come for a long period (say several weeks), we usually start to integrate them into the household after about3 days, so they can run with ours, but if they’re only here for a few days or less than a week, I don’t worry about going through the whole introductions. Besides, Evie always makes that a little hairy (no pun intend).
So Renee, unfortunately, cannot mix with ours, because old or not, she’ll try to rip their faces off. Probably fall a***e over t*t while she does it because she’s so frail, but nevertheless I don’t want her having a heart attack while trying to knock another cat’s whiskers off on our watch.
Skitty and Jeffrey were only here for about five days, so no point tempting fate (especially Evie) by trying the introduction thing.
But Freya was here for several weeks, so it was a case of introduction time.
Now, when cats are shut in the front room with just the screen door between them and the others, Evie struts past them, plays in front of the door, presses her nose to it and stares in at them (especially when they’re using the litter tray, because unnerving them when they’re trying to do their business is such fun), and basically parades past showing them that SHE is Boss Cocky, SHE has the run of the place, it’s HER house and everything in it belongs to HER. She really enjoys this.
So let’s come back to Freya. Freya is a happy, bright-eyed tortoiseshell, only about a couple of years old from memory (and my memory is in serious question, but I’m pretty confident I’m right on this), and she is ultra affectionate.
So along comes the day when we let Freya out. The rest of the cats look at her and go “yeah, whatever” and go back to sleep. Polly just warns her not to get near the jewellery box or dressing table - “My place, you, my Best Spot Ever!” - and then comes Evie.
Evie, Evie, Evie. Her ears perk up, her whiskers bristled, her whole little body starts to quiver with excitement because there’s fresh meat to torment! She follows Freya as Freya prances around. Covertly, Evie slides from one piece of furniture to another, peers around the edges, pokes her head over the tops, sidles around the corners, the whole time keeping her prey in sight.
Freya, totally oblivious, dances around checking out everything, her eyes big and bright. (She really is a happy little cat).
Evie finally decides to reveal herself. TAH-DAH!!! “Cringe before me, you lowly peasant!”
Freya: “OMG! Someone to play with!” And proceeds to prance towards Evie.
This freaks out Evie. WTHell…? This thing isn’t afraid of her? Something wrong here, people. Evie snaps upright, her ears go back, her eyes go wide.
Freya happily trots forward. “Hi! How are you? Wow! Play with me! Wooooow!”
Evie, totally freaked out because this thing doesn’t recognize Her Majesty, backs up and disappears.
She spends the rest of the time that Freya is here either:
a) Hiding and peeking out at her
b) Sulking on Granny’s bed
c) Strutting in front of the screen door at night when Freya is put back in there to sleep.
Yep, night time is when Evie struts her stuff. “Going to bed with MY Granny,” she informs Freya, strutting past the door while Freya watches wide-eyed. “Going to MY bed with MY Granny,” Evie adds, strutting back the other way. “Only I sleep on MY Granny’s bed, ‘cause I’m Boss Cocky and everything!” this she delivers as she slides herself along the door. Then she proceeds to look up at Granny, all sweet and coy, casts Freya another triumphant glance as she watches, and trots after Granny, hopping into bed on HER little blankie in HER special spot on HER Granny’s bed, lays her little head in Granny’s hand and goes to sleep.
STILL BOSS COCKY!!!
*********************
If you'd like to see photos of Polly on the jewellery box and Evie totally bewildered that Freya has no clue she's Boss Cocky, visit my blog where the photos of these two are:
http://www.angelaverdenius.blogspot.c...
Enjoy!
Evie in Sugery & Writing Update
Okay, Evie (the naughtiest cat in the house) is currently at the vet having surgery on her paw for a ripped nail. This is an indoor cat, so how the heck she managed to rip that nail and twist it right around so that the point was sticking up in the air is one of those mysteries. Mind you, she had a tiff with Lacy the other day, and then tried to get through the trellis at one of the neighbourhood cats that decided to have a snooze in the flower pot, so... Anyway, waiting for the call to say I can pick her up. I'm stressing a bit as I hate the kitties going under anaesthetic, but it had to be done otherwise she'd be facing the nail not healing properly and digging into her later, so... another so...
The writing is going slowly but steadily. Having issues with the characters (as usual), not flowing and basically being a pain in my patootie. But I haven’t given up on them as I feel the series shows promise if I can just nail THIS FREAKIN' PAIR! Gah!!!!
Times like this I feel like throwing up my hands and just going in to watch TV or read a book, but I'm keeping myself chained to the desk and writing. Yes, I know I'm doing this wee blog right now, but that's because it's either take a small break from the characters or delete them completely! So saying, I'm heading back to the keyboard. Have 2 days off work and need to make hay while the sun shines (or, you know, write while I have the time ;-))
Hope your day is as productive as I hope mine is, or if you're flopping back on the sofa reading or watching TV, have fun!
The writing is going slowly but steadily. Having issues with the characters (as usual), not flowing and basically being a pain in my patootie. But I haven’t given up on them as I feel the series shows promise if I can just nail THIS FREAKIN' PAIR! Gah!!!!
Times like this I feel like throwing up my hands and just going in to watch TV or read a book, but I'm keeping myself chained to the desk and writing. Yes, I know I'm doing this wee blog right now, but that's because it's either take a small break from the characters or delete them completely! So saying, I'm heading back to the keyboard. Have 2 days off work and need to make hay while the sun shines (or, you know, write while I have the time ;-))
Hope your day is as productive as I hope mine is, or if you're flopping back on the sofa reading or watching TV, have fun!
