On April 1st, I added to my tattoo...a ladybug, four-leaf clover, and the dragonfly's wings were colored in. It was an early birthday gift to myself. April 12th was my birthday, and I had a lot of fun with my family. We had a picnic and went fishing.
Promo for Joylene Nowell Butler!
Maski: Broken But Not Dead
By Joylene Nowell Butler
$4.99 eBook ISBN 9781939844385
An IPPY Silver Medalist!
To the Breaking Point...
When Brendell Meshango resigns from her university professor position and retreats to her isolated cabin to repair her psyche, she is confronted by a masked intruder. His racial comments lead her to believe she is the solitary victim of a hate crime.
However, is all as it appears? After two bizarre days, the intruder mysteriously disappears but continues to play mind games with her. Taught by her mother to distrust the mainstream-based power structures, and with her stalker possibly linked to a high level of government, Brendell conceals the incident from the police. But will her silence keep her safe?
Then her beloved daughter, Zoë, is threatened and Brendell takes matters into her own hands. To save Zoë, Brendell searches for the stalker and confronts not just a depraved madman but her own fears and prejudices.
“Joylene Nowell Butler gets straight to the story, taking you from one happening to the next and keeps you turning the page.” - Martha A. Cheves, author
“A psychological thriller filled with suspense, action and drama...” - John Bell, 93.1 CFIS-FM: Prince George, BC
“Riveting and beautifully written. You won't be able to set it down.” Judith S. Avila, author
Meet My Cat Clan:
This is Otis:
He is a real sweetie. When I first rescued him, he didn't like to get very close. And still he shies away, but he'll sneak onto my bed at night and curl up right next to me, as if I won't notice. He loves to get petted, and he's the only one who likes my nephews. My other cats run and hide. Except for Cole, who stays out in the open and hisses at them.
Otis also goes by these names:
Baldy (He likes to lick himself a lot)
This is Clover:
Clover is the smallest of the four, and he has a tiny meow that I like to mimic because it sounds like a long squeak. When he lies down, he first stretches his legs out as far as he can before lowering the rest of his body down. I don't know why. He also likes to touch. He'll put his paw or leg on your leg.
Clover also goes by:
This is Milo (Otis' Twin):
Milo is the wild one. The rule breaker. He likes to meow obnoxiously in the middle of the night. When I get up to close my door, he shoots out into the living room, because he knows he's been bad. He scratches on the carpet, even when I stand there tapping my foot, scolding. And, yet, he's a sweetie. He likes to take naps with me. All I have to say is, "Milo, wanna take a nap?" and he jumps up to follow me to the room.
Milo also goes by:
(He used to be so skinny, but now he's bigger than his twin.)
This is Cole:
Cole is my baby. My big baby. He's fluffy, fuzzy, and fat. When he was a kitten, he liked to hop, so he earned the nickname "my bunny." When I say it with a high-pitched silly voice, he knows I'm calling him. He's a lover, not a fighter. When the other three have...disagreements...he's the only one who avoids it. He's so sweet, and yet he hisses at my nephews. *sigh*
Cole also goes by:
If you can believe it, they are all brothers by birth. They came from the same litter.
Collectively they go by:
Piggies (when I feed them)
Stinky Butts (when I change the litter)
Bad Butts (if they are all being naughty)
And the twins also go by:
|You can tell them apart because Milo has a lighter face. Otis is darker.|
You probably see a trend of the word "butt." It's said out of love.
Am I a crazy cat lady?