You all know that I adore Blaze. They’re fun, they’re sexy, and I just adore writing them. And, by the way, I’m really excited about my April release, Night After Night… Just got the cover and I love it! Sad for you, though, because that was a tease! I’m not going to show you the cover until next month. Bwahahahaha!

Now for the tell. For those of you who read my earlier blog about what to do about a lonely 11 year old cat? I made my decision. For Christmas, I got a new kitten. Her name is Ginger Snap and here’s a picture! A fluff ball with claws! Turns out, Ginger has two modes: psycho and dozing. Not asleep, just dozing. I just had to stop writing because she was going nuts trying to eat my feet. The older cat (named Tali) spent the first 2 weeks hissing at her, but I think last night they actually tried to play. Then again, it might have been that Ginger was playing, Tali was trying to kill. Hard to tell!

And now…the FREE BOOK! Yup, I’m offering the prequel novella to my new Bridal Favors series for free. ENJOY! Go to my website for all the information.  Here’s the back cover copy:

WILD CHILD – Lady Gwendolyn is playing with fire. She has a habit of wandering into illicit places with gentlemen just to see how well they kiss. It’s dangerous, but she can’t seem to stop herself and no one in her family is up to the task either.

THE QUIET ONE – Sir Edward Murray is the man who can tame her. He may be just a country baronet, in town for a spell then gone, but the vivacious Lady Gwen draws him as no other. So he devises a carefully plotted campaign to capture the lady as his own. But he never guesses the depth of the lady’s spirit or the power of her passion.

SECRETS! – Why is Lady Gwen risking herself and her reputation with her scandalous forays? When Edward uncovers the truth, he is caught in his own stratagems. She figures out his deceit and may never forgive him. Can Edward convince her that some things aren’t as wicked as they seem? And that love is the wildest ride of all?

I was going to do a blog about Halloween candy and that I don’t have kids at home anymore. (Sniff) Which means I can’t steal their candy anymore. (Waaahhhh!) But I’ve got a bigger dilemma on my hands.

For about 8 years, we’ve lived happily with two cats – a boy and a girl. Sadly, the boy is gone now. He went out one day (I have indoor/outdoor cats) and never came home. I’m pretty sure he’s never coming back. And yes, I have cried some big tears over that.

But now I’m left with a petite girl cat named Tali who may be small, but she’s quite the huntress. She’s 10 years old now (or is it 11?) And maybe she’s lonely without the other cat. She’s certainly been more loving and a whole lot more demanding. But I don’t know about introducing a new kitten into the house.

The primary problem is that I travel a LOT. So I can’t sit at home and make sure new kitty knows about litter boxes and the like. But on the other hand, Tali will probably be very lonely without us at home when we do travel. And of course, the worst case scenario is if the new kitty and the old one do NOT get along. OMG, that would be AWFUL!

So…give me advice, give me stories! Have you managed to introduce a new cat to an old one? Was it okay or a disaster? Tell me, tell me! I’m dreaming about new kittens almost every night. (Apparently, I want a new kitty). Anyway, one random commentor will get a copy of my newest blaze In Good Hands by Kathy Lyons.

I have discovered lately that I am a slave to my cat. And (here’s the shocker) perhaps that’s not so bad a thing. Here’s why.

Yesterday, I had a phenomenal writing day. I wrote 17 pages. Why? Not because I was inspired. Heck no! It was because my cat decided to sit on my lap and stretch her chin across my forearm. I thought it was rather endearing and sweet, so I let her stay as I

continued to type. Until that moment when I would usually stop typing and get up to wander about the house, check email, or do something else for a bit. Oops. Can’t do that with a cat on my forearm. And, btw, she has claws, so if I shifted too much, she dug them in. Not deep. She knows better. It was simply an “I’m sleeping, don’t bother me” message.

So I had a choice. I could dislodge her completely or keep writing. I decided to keep writing. This went on for hours and by the end of the day, I had 17 pages. Woo hoo! Thank you cat!

On the not so helpful level, the same thing happened a few nights ago when I was watching tv. Again I was faced with the choice of dislodging her to go to bed or just hanging out and watching more tv. Result: I stayed up way too late watching tv that wasn’t worth my time.

So here is the inescapable conclusion: I am a slave to my cat. If she sleeps on me, I am frozen in place unable to switch gears. This is completely ridiculous, I know. And yet the situation persists. Anyone else out there a slave to your pet? Please tell me I’m not alone! And some lucky commentor will get a copy of my latest Blaze: In Good Hands by Kathy Lyons.