There's a deranged, food-obsessed fluffball in my home.
Hobkin is under the pronounced misapprehension that the Death-Cold season is nearly upon us, where the temperature will drop to frigid degrees and food will be scarce unto starvation. This, despite the fact that the fluffwit has never gone without a meal in his life, nor has he ever experienced a temperature colder than the mid-60s.
He's packing on the weight--gained at least half a pound in the last couple weeks--all in his rump, the bottom-heavy lumpkin. And he's totally manic about feeding times. He woke me up at 4:30 this morning, convinced he was starving and needing his breakfast NOW NOW NOW. (He typically doesn't get fed until closer to 7:00.) Suffice it to say that sleep was neither restful nor plentiful for me last night. On a positive note, his winter coat is really coming in. He's all soft and fluffy, perfect for cuddling and proxy-pillow use.
britzkrieg, I hope you still want to talk to me after the skunk show . . .
Received another 1-day whip-snap reject from Surreal. I think I should let that market alone for a bit. These one-day rejections get disheartening in quick succession. While I'd prefer a one-day to an eight-month wait, there are happy mediums.
700 new words on the new fantasy piece. I've got a better idea of where it's going now. I think.
Lol....I absolutely love to hear about your Hobkin...poor little thing thinks he's starving eh? Awwwww. :) He's got to be the most well cared for and much loved skunk I know :)
In other news...Surreal gave me a 1 day rejection. I swear they didn't even read it lol. Okay...they might have. I'm not saying it was great but I've been on a roll and then POOF...blew my hardly there ego completely out of the water.
STill.....we have Embark 2 Madness! I think it's great to see all the women writers in there!!! :)
Linus swears that he needs to eat more now too, especially from my supper. This despite the fact that the vet practically yelled at me that he needs to lose 8 pounds (I think more like 3 pounds). Of course, he did come up lame jumping off the couch last week, so weight loss wouldn't be a bad thing for him...
Of course, Linus and Candi both think the heavy rains we've been getting the last week are for the cats and refuse to do anything like go outside, except to potty. Then they run full speed laps around the apartment.
He went lame from jumping off the couch? Poor Linus!
Yeah, the vet always tells us to put Hobkin on a diet. After a year of fairly rigorous dieting, he was looking pretty streamlined (well, as streamlined as a barrel-shaped beastie can look) for a while, but then the season changed, and *bam* fat skunk again. His nature state is bottom-heavy . . .