I have cats.  I’m a writer, I think we’re required to have cats.  Until last summer, I’d never owned a cat.  It’s been an interesting journey. 

First we got Rose from the shelter.  Then a few moths later, I spotted Jack in a box marked “In 30 days, we’ll be euthanized.”  I couldn’t let that happen – not to the snow white kitten with one blue eye and one green eye. 

Now I’m afraid I’m going to turn into THAT woman – the one who lives her final days in a cramped, smelly apartment surrounded by 20 cats.  So, I’ve decided that if that starts happening, I’m going to put myself in a box outside Office Depot with a sign reading “In 30 days, I will gnaw through my own wrist for vein.”  Hey – it worked for the cat.

I’ll be quiet for a bit – I’m off to RT . . . for those of you who don’t know, RT is the Romantic Times Convention.  There’s a massive booksigning, so if you’re in the Daytona Beach area on Saturday, stop in to the Hilton on N. Atlantic on Saturday from 11-3 and say ‘Hi.’  Unlike most writing conference, this one is about the fans.  And I’d be remiss if I didn’t say a big thanks to RT for the Lifetime Achievement Award.

* Rhonda