How many cats does it take to catch one mouse? I don't know, because I'm still waiting. Four cats, one mouse; you'd think the little bugger would be toast by now, wouldn't you? It's been five hours and I'm still waiting. At this point I think I'm rooting for the mouse. If I could catch him without getting the hanta virus or contracting rabies I'd toss him outside. At this moment he's under my recliner while the cats languidly watch the exits. My feet are safely tucked up under me in said recliner, as I refuse to surrender the field to the little twerp. But geez!!!
Thus the cats have been entertaining themselves all weekend, I presume, since I was at MisCon in Missoula, Montana and can't really say. MisCon, as always, was a hoot, and if you ever get a chance to go, I highly recommend it. I met many delightful people, some of whom were kind enough to buy my books, which always warms the cockles of an author's heart. As always, I ate too much, laughed a lot, and learned quite a bit about the art and craft of writing. I hope my advice to the writers who submitted to my group in the writers' workshop was helpful more than hurtful and that their stories succeed beyond their wildest dreams.
Good fortune and safe travels go with everyone who came to Missoula. See you next year!