Belvedere the kitten (Belly for short) is still alive in his fourth day, slurping down syringefuls of milk and sleeping in happy milky drunkenness. He's absolutely tiny:
I'm not quite getting enough sleep given his every two hour feeding schedule, but this too will pass.
Meanwhile, I've gotten a few more rejections from agents and I just don't know what to do about "this doesn't really grab me" comments. Still haven't heard from DAW and it's officially been six months.
I wrote another short story I'm thinking of posting here but, since my stories are the least read of anything I post (TL; DR?) I don't know if I will.
Waiting for another idea to come my way.
In other words, I'd feel down except for the kitten. Kittens somehow exude happy chemicals.
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