Little Gods: The book
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Meet Bast and Hathor, the Terrible Twosome, Grumpy Grandma Sheba, and Sweet Odin, the cats that have quite inadvertently entered my life and turned it upside down.
Bast and Hathor entered my world after being stuffed into a plastic bin bag and abandoned outside a charity shop in February. It's been a long, hard journey to get them to something approximating normal cats after severe abuse.
Now Bast is a genial, easy going Calico boy who is the most accident-prone cat I've ever met, and his sister Hathor still shoots up the curtains when the mail man heads for the door. We're working on her. Completely co-dependant, they usually cuddle up together and pretend to be Innocent of Wrongdoings, despite being able to dismantle a room in under 90 seconds.
Sheba came along about 5 months later, after losing her human to an assisted living home. She follows me around like a puppy, sleeps next to my head, and complains bitterly when we run out of gravy noms. Bast is infatuated with her, and Hathor loves her tail.
Sheba has asked me to tell you it's a very pretty tail, and worthy of love.
Odin, who appeared outside one day after a move to Glasgow, was scrawny and desperately hunting pigeons.
So of course, we started feeding him.
An outdoor kitty, he waits for me downstairs every morning for his noms, and curls up in my lap while I have my morning coffee.
He also *sigh* quacks like a duck, which does counteract the majestic appearance slightly.
He appears to have fallen in love with Sheba, although I haven't been able to get him inside quite yet. Instead, we have regular reinactments of the balcony scene from Romeo & Juliet through the front door, usually with me waiting to get in or out while they make kissy faces. PDA, kitty style.
They all have distinct personalities and a natural instinct for causing havoc.
Enter Little Gods, the story of what happens when two somewhat confused humans end up ruled by a tribe of rescue cats.
I've been writing little bits of dialogue with the cats for some time now on my Facebook page, and a couple of friends have asked for a book. An ebook is easily done, but *Ahem* a physical version has been specifically requested. Once again, easily done, until you get to printing costs, which is why this gofundme page is going live.
I'm looking at a book of least a couple of hundred pages, including the sketches and photographs, and the funds raised will go towards producing the book, including editing costs and layout.
I'd like to have the book out and up for sale on Amazon by July 2016, August at the very latest, so funds are needed sooner rather than later.
All donors will be thanked in the book - this wouldn't be possible without you, after all -and I'll be over the moon. The cats will also stop threatening to do evil things to my shoes, which would be nice.
Bast and Hathor entered my world after being stuffed into a plastic bin bag and abandoned outside a charity shop in February. It's been a long, hard journey to get them to something approximating normal cats after severe abuse.
Now Bast is a genial, easy going Calico boy who is the most accident-prone cat I've ever met, and his sister Hathor still shoots up the curtains when the mail man heads for the door. We're working on her. Completely co-dependant, they usually cuddle up together and pretend to be Innocent of Wrongdoings, despite being able to dismantle a room in under 90 seconds.
Sheba came along about 5 months later, after losing her human to an assisted living home. She follows me around like a puppy, sleeps next to my head, and complains bitterly when we run out of gravy noms. Bast is infatuated with her, and Hathor loves her tail.
Sheba has asked me to tell you it's a very pretty tail, and worthy of love.
Odin, who appeared outside one day after a move to Glasgow, was scrawny and desperately hunting pigeons.
So of course, we started feeding him.
An outdoor kitty, he waits for me downstairs every morning for his noms, and curls up in my lap while I have my morning coffee.
He also *sigh* quacks like a duck, which does counteract the majestic appearance slightly.
He appears to have fallen in love with Sheba, although I haven't been able to get him inside quite yet. Instead, we have regular reinactments of the balcony scene from Romeo & Juliet through the front door, usually with me waiting to get in or out while they make kissy faces. PDA, kitty style.
They all have distinct personalities and a natural instinct for causing havoc.
Enter Little Gods, the story of what happens when two somewhat confused humans end up ruled by a tribe of rescue cats.
I've been writing little bits of dialogue with the cats for some time now on my Facebook page, and a couple of friends have asked for a book. An ebook is easily done, but *Ahem* a physical version has been specifically requested. Once again, easily done, until you get to printing costs, which is why this gofundme page is going live.
I'm looking at a book of least a couple of hundred pages, including the sketches and photographs, and the funds raised will go towards producing the book, including editing costs and layout.
I'd like to have the book out and up for sale on Amazon by July 2016, August at the very latest, so funds are needed sooner rather than later.
All donors will be thanked in the book - this wouldn't be possible without you, after all -and I'll be over the moon. The cats will also stop threatening to do evil things to my shoes, which would be nice.
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