Woke late this morning to hear the cat crying at the back door off my bedroom. He’s somehow escaping before lock down and getting pissed about being left outside all night.
It’s his own feline fault and I don’t feel sorry for him in the least.So, I’m treated to kitty glare.
Cat glares are a sort of snide, sleek snub. Saber, my cat, will actually stop and make eye contact and hold it. Then I have to stare him down because damn it, I’m alpha in my home. I win and he lowers his eyes long enough to climb onto his scratching board where he proceeds to eyeball me and claw the thing to shreds in warning.
He does this a lot, but I should have listened this morning. The animal gets on my nerves, but I’m secretly crazy about him. He even made it into my last manuscript about an Irish computer hacker who is adopted by an insane cat. She named him Foo– a hacker term for annoyance.
I ignore him and turn on my treadmill. He hates it. Eyes it as if it’s about to grow legs and make his world a living nightmare.
I’ve been neglecting the machine. Writing for hours on end, barely eating and not exercising. I know better. Started to feel horrible and moody yesterday, so I realized it’s time to get the exercise back into the schedule. I know I’ll feel better and the writing will go more smoothly, but I’m a stubborn soul. Plus, I’ve managed to avoid most bikini situations nicely this summer– hey, my work is more important! I can’t get out of one happening in ten days, so I have the inspiration needed to get off my tush.
I make the mistake of picking up A Fistful of Charms, book four in Kim Harrison’s fantastic Hollows series.
Yeah, you can run on a treadmill and read. Should you, though?
I get into this exciting scene where Rachel Morgan, the heroine, has to fight a female alpha werewolf. Man, this scene rocks! It’s so thrilling, I don’t realize I’ve picked up the pace.
Saber curls on my bed, watching with half-lidded eyes. He knows what’s coming. He sent the warning and doesn’t want to miss the show.
I’m running, nearly howling with Morgan and clutching the jostling book with white knuckles to hold it still so I can actually read the words. Ah, come on, you know what’s coming…
Did you know a running back spin is possible off the back of a speeding treadmill?
I’m so glad that wall was there.