E-cigs, Faulty Brain, and Spooky's Butt

I love them, e-cigs. My first one broke and the company finally wrote and said they'd send another starter kit. But what I'm really excited about is the other company, E-Health. Their e-cig is great, and I was looking at their Web site and noticed some editing errors. I wrote them and asked if I could edit the site in exchange for a starter kit. They said yes, I edited the pages, and they wrote back saying the would send me a Deluxe Starter Kit and an extra pack of cartridges. Isn't that neat? There are opportunities everywhere.

Brain isn't functioning too well. I'm trying to gear up for next week. I want to write ten articles a day, Monday through Friday. That will make me $750. I know I can do it if my brain cooperates. Then I can pay rent and some other bills. And buy more e-cig cartridges.

All the kitties are doing well. Oddly, there aren't any in the room with me right now. They must know it's going to snow again tonight, so they are taking advantage of getting some outdoors time. Osho will *not* get his face out of Spooky's butt! He's checking every few hours or so to see if she's "ready." That is gross, but it makes me happy that he'll be the first kitty on that when she goes into heat. They will have such wonderful kittens. I can't wait to have kittens. I count the days till March when she goes into heat again. But maybe with Osho sniffing around, it will kick in some primal cat heat thing.

And she certainly doesn't mind his attentions. Unless she's eating.

Raven and the Writing Desk is putting together a book of all our stories and poems to release on Kindle and CreateSpace in paperback on Amazon. Cherie's worked her butt off getting the book in one piece, and Aubrie shined with a gorgeous cover and back. It's exciting. We're also going to start having guest bloggers post stories. We have two writers already for Feb. and March.

Mr. Big, Fuzzy Orange Cat, from the neighborhood, still keeps breaking into our house. Cloud's the only one who chases him out. Who does he think he is? Just waltzing in here, eating cat food and being, well, big.