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[greygirlbeast]

The heat is coming back to Providence.

Yesterday marked the 75th day of the BP petrocalamity.

Whatever plans we'd had for our eighth anniversary, Spooky and I had to put on hold when she realized that Sméagol had an abscessed pad on his right hind foot. It was badly swollen and not draining. So she took him to a local vet, where the injury was drained. He was given a dose of antibiotics and sent home. We suspect he sustained the wound during one of the epic kaiju battles in which he and Hubero regularly indulge. But...yeah...on our eighth anniversary, we tended the Sméagol's paw. And the vet bill.

Today, I do the very last read through on "The Maltese Unicorn" before it goes back to the anthology's editor for the very last time tomorrow.

If you've not already, please have a look at the eBay auctions, and, in particular, have a look at the Salammbô T-shirt. Thanks.

A good mail day yesterday. I got a package from Peter Straub, containing A Special Place: The Heart of a Dark Matter (Pegasus Books). Also, there was an extraordinarily generous package from Steven Lubold, which included a copy of the 1966 Arkham House anthology, The Dark Brotherhood and Other Pieces. So, big thank yous to both Peter and Steven.

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Yesterday, derekcfpegritz wrote:

Suggestion: "How the Moon Got Its Whiskers" has to involve the cats that helped Randolph Carter get back from the Moon in "The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath." I've always wondered about what stake the cats had in his adventures. I mean, we're talking cats here. Cats do not help people "just because." There was definitely something in it for them, and I wonder if it was the get back at the Moon-beasts somehow. Or, hell, maybe they just owed Pickman a favour.

Not a bad idea. This might even tie into my unfinished story, "The Alchemist's Daughter," which was set in Lovecraft's dreamlands, and featured Ulthar and its cats.

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Today is July 4th, the birthday of my Grandfather, Gordy M. Ramey. He was born in July 1911, and died in January 1977. Which means this is his 99th birthday. Weird.

Comments

Shirt, etc.

[fwcleve.livejournal.com]

Hi-ya, Cait.

Wow. There are still unpurchased Salammbô shirts in existence? Cool.

I still have mine. I wear it rarely, because I don't want to risk accidents; I want it to last forever. Perhaps I should take a chance, once in awhile, or it will eventually just fall victim to closet-rot on the hanger.

Anyway. Happy anniversary, and my condolences to Sméagol, and to you and Spooky for sacrificing your anniversary plans for a trip to the vet. (See, this is why I like Neighbors' cats. Neighbors' cats come to see you, but somebody else deals with their calamities. Unfortunately, most of OUR neighborhood cats are unaccountably terrified of humans they don't own, and won't let us approach within ten feet. Idiots. We like cats. Cats are supposed to be able to identify cat-people when they see them.)

--cleve

Cat Anniversary

[jadakath.livejournal.com]

Cats always know how to be the center of attention- whether it is a special date, or staying just out of hands-reach. Happy Anniv anyway and Happy B'day to Spooky again too!

p.s. when I clicked to review this post, LJ gave me an "AD" for BP oil, for gods sake. Thought that would fry your goose, Cait.

[fusijui.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm eager to read anything about the cats of Ulthar. And I'm OK with anthropomorphizing them, or their politics, really. It's the amelioration that I dread. Come on, they're CATS. They attacked the moon-beasts because they were excited by the way the beasties squealed and fluttered when you jump on them. Oh, how they squeal and tremble! And they remembered Randolph because he gave them treats -- recently. They're greedy, indolent serial killers; HPL's cool fantastic-horrific conceit was to make them militarists as well.

IMO.