To Pet A Tiger

These cute little creatures, comfortably cuddling each other, are my two kittens. They're slightly over a year old in this picture, so technically not kittens, but I think of them as my kittens anyway. They came as tiny orphans who had to be bottle fed.

I wrote an earlier post about one of their adventures. Since I have almost no time to write a post tonight, I thought some of my readers might like to see what they look like. The tiger on the left is Tristan Brighteyes, Hero; the tiger on the right is Stargazer, Miss. Chevious (a name I selected after I realised the phonetic spelling in the earlier post was open to misunderstanding).

As you can all see, I can have the pleasure of petting a tiger whenever I would like. Tristan loves to greet me, whenever I come in, calling out to me, his tail high in the air. Miss Chevious likes to drop by while I'm working on the computer, to see what tips she can pick up. One day, she will be blogging on her own (without any human to type for her, either - I've had some smart cats, including one who would try to speak over a dozen human words, and this girl is smart.

For those of you who are wondering, I still intend to finish the novel, but my hopes of completing 50,000 words by the end of the month are about as bouyant as the Titanic. Of course, the novel would be longer than that, and will require editing. All in all, I don't expect it to make an appearance in the world until sometime next year. I hope to have it out by spring or summer, but as always, life has a habit of changing the "best laid plans of mice and men."