stillsostrange

I would have fought. The cat, ever contrary, didn't want to.

I've lost many animals over the years, but this was the first time I had to say the word and choose the hour. I would have held onto any reasonable hope, but the vet didn't offer any. Siggy has shouted every day of her life since she could vocalize; yesterday she didn't speak at all.

My heart has been stone before, been steel, been still; it will be again. It is not now.

It happened last night. I woke up this morning and the house was so quiet. There was a cat on the foot of my bed. My housemate's cat, not mine.

I miss my cat.

Will she trick or treat? I bet she will.

Tonight we took Agent J trick-or-treating, and afterward I did not ditch Steven to go dancing at Elysium. But, oh, dear reader, how tempted I was. Instead I'm at home drinking cocktails and wondering if we can squeeze a bad movie in before bedtime.

Tomorrow I'll make every effort toward MaybeWriMo. We'll see how that goes.

In other zombie related news, I can now run jog two miles without a break. I am totally a match for zombies in uneven footwear, or small, three-legged zombies.

Two or three years ago it was just another snake cult...

Psst, curgoth--the Bete Noire you helped me come up with (Kraken and Campari and coffee liqueur) won a contest at one of our fine local establishments. I discovered this two weeks after the fact, alas, but at least in searching for a notification gone astray I found a two-week old piece of fanmail caught in my spam filter. So a day of discovery all around.

Tonight's attempt at the Bête Noire is a good one. One part Kraken rum, half part coffee liqueur, a splash of Campari and a splash of Angostura bitters, shaken. Definitely black, bitter, and dangerous. It's sweeter than I'd anticipated, but the initial sweet fades through the citrus and spice and into lingering bitter coffee. I'm quite enamored of it, but I may try again without the Campari and see what that does.

I bought the Starbucks coffee liqueur because it was on sale, and was told it's been discontinued. So of course I like it. I'll have to scour the city and stockpile until I find a good replacement.

ETA: I tried it again without the Campari, hoping to tone down the sweetness. That works, but it also takes out the interesting bits, sadly. I may try it again when I have a good orange rind to hand.

And speaking of the black beast itself...

Dreams of Shreds & Tatters

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