Lately I’ve been doing more reading at home than writing at home (I typically write where I have internet access, for better or for worse, but usually because I like writing at a table and my dining room table has been commandeered by a pile of Stuff that I just ‘haven’t gotten around to sorting yet” aka CLUTTER). So really, I should probably rename the blog, but ANYWAYS.
It’s not always easy to read with cats. My cats like to be on top of me. And if I move, they’re all “OH HEY, HI, WHAT’S UP, WHAT ARE WE DOING?” I have three neurologically impaired cats and two of them are really really fond of swatting turning pages…which they can’t hit because they’re neurologically impaired and so I’m usually the victim there.
For people with cats, e-readers are AMAZING.
I love my nook. I mean. Love. It’s true love between us. And I will listen to people argue against ebooks and ereaders until they turn blue, you will never change my mind. I can put this down, never have to worry about folding a page corner, I can read in any position, and my cats can’t eat it or swat it or anything. Yeah. I’m that cat lady that just used her cats eating her books as a good reason to buy an ereader.
This post was mostly an excuse to post this ADORABLE photo of Abby Pectus, one of my foster kittens, “helping” me read PRODIGY by Marie Lu this morning.
Like some of you know, if anyone actually reads this blog ;), I foster cats. Most of my fosters are through ACCT, the local high kill high intake shelter for the City of Philadelphia. But occasionally, I have a foster like Abby who is through a local rescue. Abby has a ribcage deformity similar to pectus excavatum which means her chest space is less than it should be and kinda smooshes her heart and lungs together.
Abby’s lucky. Usually kittens with PE die. And if they don’t die, they have major heart lung issues. I know because I have a resident cat named Pilot who has a severe PE deformity. Abby’s heart is working great, and her lungs are clear, and she doesn’t have the propensity to getting pneumonia like Pilot does.
Still, we’re holding onto Abby in rescue until she’s 6-9 months old and stops growing so we know for sure that she won’t develop complications from her unusual chest.
Until she’s adoptable, Abby’s busy being super snuggly, helping me read, and stealing my mac n’ cheese.
It’s pretty cute 😉