Welcome! I’m back with this week’s installment of Jenna’s 411.
Even less news on the book front for me this week. I’ve been working on edits to the book I should be getting the rights back to next week. I’m hoping to re-release it by the end of December. Next week, if I’ve received the rights, there should be a cover reveal right here. 🙂
On the Home Front: Sad News
I am so saddened to report that our sick kitty, Sebastian, passed away on Sunday night. We had taken him to the vet Saturday morning because he was still not eating and so very weak. The vet said he had gone into kidney failure and he tried to give him fluids to maybe reverse it, but didn’t hold out much hope. We got the call Monday morning.
Although we are heartbroken at his passing, we are so grateful that he came into our lives even for a little while. As I said in my first 411 he was a charmer and very debonair–I thought of him as the Cary Grant of cats. He loved water, would jump into the bath tub after one of us had taken a shower and lick the water from the spigot. Same thing in the bathroom sink. We called him the “Water Boy” when we petted his wet little head.
Sleep well, good boy. Rest in Peace.
Jenna Fun Fact of the Week
I suppose it’s no surprise that I am a cat person. Growing up I had only three dogs but hundreds of cats. After I got married, one morning my husband and found a young cat, a gray tabby, lounging on my husband’s motorcycle. We adopted him and Henry became our first pet together. Then we decided Henry needed a companion and adopted Ellie, a brown tabby. At the end of that summer I happened to be in an animal shelter and saw a sweet black and white kitty that I just had to rescue, and Kodi (short for Kodak) came to live with us. Our menagerie was complete we thought until a litter of five kittens whose mother had died insisted that we adopt them. So we ended up with eight cats in one very small house. That was a very long time ago and all of those cat have passed on except one. One of the litter is still with us: Precious. She was 21 years old in April–even older than my children. And still going strong.
Well, that’s it for this week. I hope to have better and brighter news for you next time.