Melani Blazer

Our house has unofficial become the haven for strays. We’ve had a variety of cats (four of our own here now), the squirrels (of which we still have one that’s ready to go outside for good), Midnight the other stray cat, and now…Sasha the ferret.

When I got home tonight, my husband and the neighbor, Mike, are standing outside, smiling. They feed me some b-s story about capturing some big ass raccoon and putting it in the extra cage in my room. I knew that was a joke, but they kept insisting there was a new critter inside.
A ferret. A poor, weak and outcast little girl. Not sure of her age, but she’s weak, way too skinny and looks like she’s been stuck outside for awhile. Her coat is ragged and dirty, but she’s friendly. So we hit the local pet store and got a weekend’s supply with intention of calling vet first thing Monday.

I just can’t help but wonder how they know to find us…

I can’t honestly say I get it. I’ve been to a number of people’s twitter.com/*username* in the past week or so, trying to understand, but…I come back with… “So?”

But really, first there were yahoo groups (at least first for me) or similar message board type sites. About the same time came forums, which were a little different, as far as oragnizing posts into specific conversations. IM an chat features have always been around and probably my most used form of communication. Blogs? Meh. I can’t keep up on my own. I feel lost for things to say, and know usually forcing a topic means it’s as boring to me as it will be to the rest of the earth who manage to stumble upon it. I do like reading other’s blogs, because I feel like I haven’t TOTALLY lost touch with the world and can gain some details about this publishing business and books and my friend’s lives. Myspace? I have one, it’s as bad as blogging, but a little less…lonely. Facebook? seems redundant to Myspace-why bother. But twitter? It boggles.

I guess my schedules does it for me. It’s why I gave up on yahoo groups. I *might* be able to glance at a few things in the morning before work, but never possibly catch up. Then 8-9 hours later I maybe can get online, maybe not. Even if I did comment to something, it’s likely hours late, or any responses back to me were hours ago and the subject dropped. I really don’t see twitter as anything more than a world wide yahoo group of messages, all mixed up and tied to different responses and answers and conversations. I can’t see it working for me. Plus, my cell phone is used as a cell phone. I call people, people call me. I’m neither need or want to be tied to some electronic device. I’ve got books to write, dammit.

And honestly, this blog post was really little more than an excuse to put off starting revisions on a book. But with an editor interested, I suppose that’s way more important than blogging, twittering or…anything else, yes?

I’m loving that spring is creeping in and despite the chilly air, green is starting to become the color of outside once again. Of course, that also means our time with baby Thunder the squirrel will be ending. He’s full grown, but with the cooler night temps (still in 30’s) and no winter coat, I’ve been reluctant to set him free just yet. This week we’ll definitely take his cage outside more and more, and hopefully within the next week or so, I’ll have the guts to open the door and let him explore the surroundings. We’l have to leave cage outside with his “house” accessible if he doesn’t voluntarily come back. It’s definitely a bittersweet prospect.

The cat thing, well, Tornado’s here beside me and he wanted to be mentioned. S got a “cat encyclopedia” recently. Although we’d suspected for a while that Tornado and his brother Hurricane are part Maine Coon, the information in the book convinced us. Not only do the exterior features, especially size, ring true, the personality and abilities are spot on.

And on polar opposite of my 30lb not-fat-cat is my mother in laws new little puppy. All three, yes THREE pounds of her. She’s reputed to be half Yorkie, half Schnauzer and cute as a button. My cats could eat her alive, if they could catch the spirited little thing. She’s definitely an “Aww” sort of creature.

And finally, had fun watching Barrett-Jackson car auction–and having my husband enjoy himself working on his Chevelle in the garage. He tolerates cold better than I do, but soon we’ll both be out there, enjoying the car shows.

I’ve only got about 10 pages left to type in. Heading out to get it done. Ciao!