This is my cat Junior. He looks very innocent, doesn’t he? Very sweet, very “who me?” But right now he’s ramping up his piercingly plaintive cry for food (what else) and the other two (Maxine and Luisa) are pacing and chirping (yes, cats can make little noises that sound like chirps) because they also want … wait for it … food.

And why are they so restless? Gee, it’s been a whole five hours since they were last fed. And why is that?

Because I’ve typing my bleeding fingers off! Yep, in the past five hours, I’ve managed to type roughly 5,600 words. And my projected finish date has greatly improved to May 2. Of course, I had to write so much today because I had little time to write this week. I actually had writer’s block for a few days until I was inspired by Spilled Ink to take the time to finish a novel I had started in November, a novel which includes many of the same characters in the one I’m writing for Camp NaNoWriMo. I suppose it might make sense to write about what I’m writing about but not right now. I’m nearly brain-dead, my fingers are going spastic and the cats are circling. Hey, all three of them had been feral before we took them in so I wouldn’t put it past them to starting thinking of ways to take me down. Except I think that they much prefer Fancy Feast.