Cats, editing, and my clone-sibling’s new armor

So there I was this morning, making coffee in the kitchen, when the kitten came running into the room, dragging a full-size bath towel

“Logan, what are you doing?”

“Boo-boo!” he meowed. Flop. Flip. Purrrrr….

Cats are so weird. Isn’t it great? ūüôā

Logan and Smudge. Hard to believe Logan is only eleven months old. He’s gonna be ENORMOUS by the time he’s a full adult cat.


A couple weeks ago, I asked my clone-sibling, “Do I just have a face that makes people think, ‘This guy looks like he’d be especially good at editing military sci-fi’?”

Paul, of course, thought that was funny. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, you do.”

(No one online has any idea what I look like, other than ‘like Paul but with longer hair and no beard.’ But people certainly thinks he looks like someone who’d be especially good at writing military sci-fi, so… *shrug*)

Want more cat pics? Of course you do…

Ashley, the kitty with little fog feet.

Mr. Tip, a.k.a. Doodle, the Dude, Doodlecat…

Grace still hasn’t been able to get pics of the Cedar Brothers, Stripe and Splotch. Stripe, by the way, is ready to become a housecat, if we can find someone to adopt him. He asks to be petted, have his ears scratched, etc. A few days ago, he allowed Grace to pick him up and cuddle him; he purred the whole time.

Yesterday, Logan tried to chase Tip, who was undaunted: ‘I’ve been a cat longer than you have, and I grew up with three sisters, all torties. You don’t scare me, kid.’

This morning, my clone-sibling finally got his latest SCA armor upgrade: new gauntlets. And perhaps the too-obvious joke that came out of that wouldn’t have happened (at least not immediately), except he’s wearing black, and Grace insisted on taking a photo of Paul wearing his new gauntlets…

Paul wearing his new gauntlets. Any resemblance between this photo and a card-sized portrait described in one of my favorite novels is entirely deliberate.

(I’m not oblivious to what’s happening in the world right now. I just thought people might want to read about something else every now and then. Maybe even something fun. Y’know, since stress is bad for one’s immune system and all…)



About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have eight cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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1 Response to Cats, editing, and my clone-sibling’s new armor

  1. YAY! KittiesūüėĽ Also, those gauntlets are totally rad! I’m very envious.

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