Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Winchester Moves to Becky's Book Reviews


Oh, man. I've never seen so many books. All I do is read, read, read. My whiskers are limp, I've read so much. Ellsworth was right. Becky put me to work right away on her blog.

WINCHESTER! THE PHONE IS RINGING!

Yes, Miss Becky, I'll get it. Hello-Becky's-Book-Reviews-You-Got-A-Warehouse-Full-Of-Books-We'll-Review-'Em-Overnight. It's for you, Miss Becky. Hyperion wants their entire spring and summer list reviewed tonight.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, DON'T YOU?

Yes, Miss Becky. Not a crumb of kibble until I've finished this stack . . . I'm so weak from reading. And Miss Becky reads a lot of hard books, YA, fantasy, classics. Most of these books are no walk in the park--

WINCHESTER, BATHROOM BREAK!

Oh, thank heavens! I didn't think I could hold it any longer . . . Miss Becky is really very nice, but she takes her work seriously. Everybody wonders how she reads so many books and keeps up with so many blogs. Well, I'll tell you--

WINCHESTER! THE HYPERION TRUCK JUST PULLED UP! GO GET THOSE BOOKS!

Right away, Miss Becky. Just strap me in the harness so I can pull the book cart . . . I wish I'd never left home. Maybe The Writer and Ellsworth appreciated me a teeny bit more than I thought--

WINCHESTER! GET STARTED ON THAT BOX OF MIDDLE GRADE NOVELS OR NO BRECCY FROM BECKY.

Yes, Miss Becky.
This post is dedicated to Becky Laney, a good sport and super book reviewer

Monday, March 30, 2009

Winchester Runs Away . . . Again


What're you doing with all this food?

Leaving, that's what.
Running away again? The last time you ran off was when you thought I was going to Hollins University with The Writer last summer.

The Writer and me had a big fight over at her new blog. So I'm going to find a new blog.

You have a blog. Ours.

You don't appreciate me. My talents, charm, and good looks are wasted here.

So where are you going? It's a cold cruel world out there in Blogland, you know. You have it pretty soft here.

I'm thumbing a ride to Becky's Book Reviews. Ol' Becks will take me in. She thinks I'm cute.

First of all, you don't have any thumbs. Second, don't call Becky Laney "Ol' Becks." She's a professional in the book world and a highly-respected book reviewer. Have you seen how many blogs she has? And all those challenges she runs? Not to mention the fact she reads about five tons of books every day. She'll put you to work.

Becks? Nah. She'll be thrilled to have me around for my gorgeous catness. I bet she feeds me five times a day plus she'll scratch my belly and get me a velvet cat bed. Ta-ta.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Poetry Friday, Dorothy Aldis

We haven't done Poetry Friday in months. Winchester and I decided to do it today, but he's nowhere around. Hmmmm. Well, I'll post myself. Today's selection is from a collection of poetry I found on The Writer's shelves. It's called Everything and Anything by Dorothy Aldis (1925).

"Night and Morning"

The morning sits outside afraid
Until my mother draws the shade;

Then it bursts in like a ball,
Splashing sun all up the wall.

Andn the evening is not night
Until she's tucked me in just right
And kissed me and turned out the light.

Oh, if my mother went away
Who would start the night and day?

(I don't suppose Winchester went away? No--he never gets too far from his food dish.)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Winchester Is Down in the Dumps


Hey, how come you're hiding in the corner of The Writer's office?

I don't know. I feel kind of blah.

What's wrong?

The Writer has this new blog. You know what that means. Nobody will ever hear from us again.

I know about the new blog, Under the Honeysuckle Vine. The Writer told me she's going to keep up both blogs. Maybe only post once a week on ours. After all, you have fans out there.

Maybe The Writer will forget about the new blog the way she did that other one, Books! Books! She has her whims.

No, I really think she's going to keep up Under the Honeysuckle Vine. Remember when I said she was reorganizing her priorities this year? Well, this is part of it. Look on the bright side--you won't have to wear those ridiculous hats so often.

Yeah. I guess.

Now what?

The Writer got a postcard in the mail yesterday. From the vet. It has a picture of a yellow tabby on the front. The yellow tabby looks serious, like Uncle Sam in those old "We Want You!" posters. On the back it says, "Wincheter's vaccinations are due." Rabies and distemper shots! Could my life get any worse?

I think you have a touch of March Madness.

Somethin.'



Sunday, March 15, 2009

Winchester Decides to do School Visits


The Writer just got back from visiting Matoaca Elementary school. She did a slide show that had pictures of Yours Truly. The Writer told her husband all the kids asked questions about me. How old I am. How much did I weigh (I hope she fibbed about that). What did I like to do for fun. One kid asked if I did school visits! I think I should!

You hate to ride in the car, remember?

That's because we're always going to the vet. And the vet always uses that thermometer . . . But if we're going to talk to kids, that's different. Easy peasy.

You realize that The Writer got up at 5:30 in the morning and drove two hours through snow and rain to get to that school. You can't sleep in your cushy dog bed if you do school visits.

Shhh. Don't tell anybody this is a dog bed.

You can't take a nap when you do school visits. The Writer talks to all the kids in the whole school, in groups. And then she autographs books--

--and then she had lunch. A nice big turkey sandwich with lots of meat! I don't care what you say. I'm going to start doing school visits. I'll fly in a private jet or ride in a limo. And I'll get one of those automatic pawprint machines for my autograph. And I'll ask for two turkey sandwiches. Maybe roast beef.