D. F. Krieger

Monday, November 28, 2011


NaNo! Except, not. NaNope? You got it. I had the best intentions. I was rocking out on the fact I had the perfect story outlined in my head to write. It was going to be fantabulous. I know, fantabulous isn't a word...but it should be. Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes, my endeavors at NaNo.

Did you know that people apparently submit more in the month of November than any other month? Yeah, that's what I've found at least. Every time I would sit down to get to work on my NaNo project, Do-do-da-da-de-da ( <---Attempt at my e-mail ringtone). "New Submission!"

I'd be all like "Yay!" And then later that night, after I've read my heart out and either accepted or rejected, I'd take my evening shower, think about my book, and be all like, "Damn!" Except, not in a happy way. In a, "I can't believe that it's now week two and I've only gotten a thousand words wrote" negative kind of cursing.

I finally came to terms with the fact that I'm still sitting below two thousand and I'm not going to make it. Now granted, I didn't face it until last night. I looked at the date, felt my eyes widen, and then promptly logged on to an online game and killed the holy heck out of monsters to vent my frustration. It's a good thing the monsters can't understand me when I'm venting at the computer screen, because I'm sure they would have been shaking a fist at the in-game sky cursing whatever god this "NaNo" is that I'm crusading for.

Next year, NaNo, I will avenge myself and you will be mine!

How many of you bagged that elusive word count? ~ D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Once Bit, Twice Shy

Lady LeFaye, safe at last
I stated earlier on Facebook that I would be introducing you all to our newest furbaby. As most of you know, she is a rescue and I promised I would reveal her tragic story. For our baby that we have lovingly dubbed Lady LeFaye (Faye for short), life has almost come to an end, twice.

Faye was found by a local animal control, seizuring and unable to use the entire right half of her body. Nobody knew where she had come from. Nobody expected her to live either. Figuring she'd been hit by a car and with no vet on staff to check, Faye was tossed into the top row of the quarantine cages and expected not to live through the night.

The next morning, however, Faye was alive. The seizures had stopped, but she was still unable to use the entire right half of her body. Enter Tammy, a wonderful woman who fosters for the animal control. Her heart broke for the poor kitten and she took her home to either help her or, if nothing else, give her a more comfortable place to die. What she didn't expect was Faye's fur to start falling off in clumps. Upon further inspection, Tammy found the source of all the poor kitten's discomfort: Faye had been bitten by a poisonous snake. How it didn't kill her, no one knows, but it did paralyze the right side of her body completely.

Tammy spent two months putting Faye through daily water aerobics. Slowly, day by day, the kitten's motor skills improved until her front paw was the only thing that remained useless. But bad news came shortly after. Faye's time with animal control was up, foster or no. Her file had sat in stasis too long and needed to be dealt with. Unwilling to watch all of Faye's effort go down the drain, Tammy placed a call for help on Craigslist.

Like MacBeth, when I opened that post and saw her picture, I knew she needed me. I've dealt with special needs animals many times before, I even shared my home and heart with a completely blind cat for years. Something as trivial as one useless paw wasn't enough to stop myself or my husband from filling out the adoption papers. It took almost two weeks before we were able to bring her home (we had to wait for her to be spayed), but she is now finally safe and sound in our home. She's half-feral and terrified of the world, but who can blame her.

Not her foster sibling, who decided to hitch a ride home with us too. Yes, unexpectedly, we brought home not one, but two cats tonight. A lovely Egyptian Mau mix was at Tammy's house this night as well. Also terrified of the world, she melted in my husbands arms like she'd always belonged there. Calypso stole his heart and, in doing so, guaranteed herself a one way ticket into our home. Fortunately, Tammy was so overjoyed to see the cat actually warm up to someone that Calypso came home with us free of charge. Both are now curled up in their large carrier, dozing as they adjust to the knowledge that death, starvation, and snakes will forever be just a scary shadow of the past. ~ D. F. Krieger