What you probably need to know about me in order to make sense of my writing:
First and foremost, I'm a husband and a daddy. My son Ethan is seven years old and my daughter Becca is six. They're both obsessed with video games and Cartoon Network. Ethan has an intense love of music and drawing and teaching his sister everything he knows. Becca loves horses and kitty cats and riding her bike.
We live in the House of Many Cats. I'm not quite sure how this came to be. Here's a quick rundown of our resident felines:
Invisibo and Blackie are brothers. Banshee is a stray we adopted, and who has since become my familiar. (She is probably sitting on my lap as you read this.)
Flea-Byte is a stray who was raising a family of feral kittens when we took her in. (They used to live in the neighbor's boat; now they live on our front porch. I'm sure the fact that we've been feeding them has nothing to do with this.) Flea's since had another litter indoors before we had a chance to get her fixed.
Six-Pack is one of Flea's feral kittens whom we've adopted. I found her with a plastic six-pack holder wrapped 'round her neck and shoulder, and was determined to rescue her. She's adapted remarkably well to domestic life, all things considered. She just had some kittens of her own.
Two more of Flea's kittens, Plank and The Mystery Cat, are also staying with us. They got pregnant and we felt sorry for them so we took them in. Neither of them particularly likes people (Plank goes out of her way to hiss at me), and they're getting fixed and going back outside as soon as all the kittens are weaned.
When my spare time isn't gobbled up by cleaning up after those little monsters (and the cats, too), I'm an artist and a writer. I've got this web page filled with dozens of unfinished projects. Most of my creative efforts of late have been devoted to painting toys. I'm a more-than-casual-fan of Transformers and Ninja Turtles and I'm just arrogant enough to think that my customized action figures are better than the ones sold in stores.
In order to support my family and my mad obsessions, I've got this job working for hourly wages at the largest retail organization in the galaxy. (Well, it beats working part-time, anyway.) I'm more or less single-handedly running the layaway department, the function of which is to enable people to delude themselves into thinking they will one day own things they will never be able to afford to buy. (Bitter? Moi? Oh, perhaps a tad.)
