The beautiful man to whom I owe my alter ego has not been feeling so well. Nothing serious, just a head cold. But when you're accustomed to being perfect and walking around looking indignant, a sudden bout of sneezing can really drop a whammy on your ego. So the man, he suffers, and we've been curling up together with the first snowfall in Ohio and taking some time out.
And what did we do? A little research for the WIP, a little self-searching for BigCat. I've always known there was something special about my man, other than being my muse. He has a very distinctive look, and after a little research I learned that he's a Turkish Angora cat, and that the pure black ones, while awesome, are not the highly prized type. I didn't tell him that though.
He feels bad enough already.