My voodoo on the bad cat people must be working. You can always tell; when you call in the Eaters, they chew on you a bit.
After the wine-bottles blew up, I got a nasty cut in my right hand. It’s healing, but I’m a bit dizzy, or dizzier than usual.
Anyway, as I’ve said, if you’re going to do Black Magic, be prepared for some sticky spirits. Not the fermenting sugary blackberry wine kind, either.
Yes, I was a little concerned about that aspect of it… Well, here’s hoping they get what they deserve.
(No, I don’t practice any crafts except needlework and beading, but as a reference librarian, I get asked a lot, so I’m somewhat informed)
I’m dealing with a sad cat too– one of ours was very attached to my husband, who passed not long ago. He’s doing better, but it takes a while.
I’m so sorry to hear that, and for you, too. I hope you’re doing better.
Jim wanted out today and then we lit the first morning wood fire of the season, and he turned into a puddle on the floor in front of it. We defended him from the Kiki Monster (our tiny calico cat demon) and last night he begged Nearest to pick him up and then suckled N’s neck and shirt. I think we may be converting him. Of course, getting to share in all the human goodies doesn’t hurt.