Royce's Random Thoughts

Our cat Maverick had one of those moments that made me wish I had a camera in reach last night.

I was sitting at our laptop in the living room, typing in some handwritten pages for Shadow of Her Sins, when he comes marching down the hallway, a giraffe plushie about two-thirds his size gripped between his jaws. He proceeded to hop onto the couch, still carrying it, and attempt to break the giraffe's soft boneless neck between his jaws like the vicious predator he is.

I think the giraffe died of Cuteness.

Saturday morning moonshadowed woke up relatively early at 7:30am. Since I was still playing catch-up with my sleep after my usual work week sleep deficit, I headed back upstairs to nap for a bit while she uncovered our English Budgie, Pistol.

Forty-five minutes later she wakes me up, holding Pistol's body in her hands. Sometime in the period between uncovering the cage and then, while she was making breakfast for herself, the bird simply died. After the incident with the burning pan from a few months back that killed our other bird, Tracy was convinced that it was her fault somehow, but I pointed out that the pan wasn't burning this time, she was just cooking, so it wasn't anything that she could have done.

So I ended up getting out the shovel and burying the poor thing in our backyard, then spent the rest of the day running errands and doing laundry so we could have Sunday free to head up to Cumberland to take the steam train up to Frostburg.

That was pretty fun (we'll have some video of the steam engine for your to drool over secoh) though it got somewhat irritating when the train stopped three times on the way over to Frost burg (turns out the mechanical stoker was broken, so they were doing it the old fashioned way)