Cafe Press store update - I only have a few pics large enough to really use - the Sabertoothed dancer is one of them, and I'm working on coloring it for a T-shirt. I wish they had black shirts though. Then it would kick ass, yea verily. And stuff. But man, it's taking forever to color in the large size. Meh. Still working on it. Maybe I should put up some small stuff first. Mugs or mousepads or something.

I am soooo out of shape. This job is a lot more physical than my last one. Lifting dogs, wrangling with them to get their nails, getting chewed on by a cranky old fart of a black lab, cleaning ears, messing with muzzles, big dogs, little dogs, brushing out hair and sharing a tub with the groomer - it's one thing when you're testing for suitability for adoption, and another when it doesn't -matter- if you wouldn't put this dog up or not, whether it's safe to handle or not, because it's already someone's pet, and you have no damn choice. It may be a part time gig, but I'm telling you, I get home and I collapse into bed for a while, dead beat. This is not to say that I hate it, I don't. I do like animals. But I like animals that are nice to me. Don't we all? *chuckles* And I am getting in shape. My upper body and arms don't bother me anymore. It's my legs and my hips that do. Ah well. I imagine that too will go away in time. Meanwhile though, it makes me abso-frickin'-lutely useless for anything else. I'm too tired to go anywhere or do much of anything. Hope I adjust soon. It's a job, and I need it, but I gots no life. And I didn't have much of one -before-.

Kaz

My cat, Rill, (short for Mithril) is talking to me. This is a nice thing, because - for those of you who've never met her or heard her when talking with me on the phone... which is just about everybody - she trills. Oh, she can and does meow, but for the most part, when greeting or asking for attention or even just feeling social, she does this very pretty little rolling sound. I almost named her Piccolo when I first got her because of it. I have been assured by my best friend that it's "So cute!" and that I must record her someday so a tape can be sent. *chuckles* I myself, working in the animal shelter, have only met two or three other trilling cats, and none before then, so they're out there, but it seems as though it's a rare thing.

Why am I rambling on about my cat? You gush when you're relieved and/or happy, and you've been worried/depressed/anxious etc. for too long. Which is how I have been for a while. In a way, it's just as well this blog thing hasn't been working - no news can be good news, and I wouldn't have had anything good to say.

But! I do now. *grins* I have a job, thanks to a very good friend of mine, Troy. I'm now a bather of animals at a veterinary hospital. The pay is lousy, and it's 7 days a week, part time, but it's a -job-. Money. Gainful employment. I'll take it and like it. *laughs* My first day is tomorrow.

So! While I might not have the oodles of free time I used to, I now... actually feel like writing/drawing/working on the pics for the cafe press store again. Progress will be made!

That's all for now.

Kaz