It was fictitious mythology nite tonite. Hehe.
That’s background stuff I worked out for a co-op story I’m writing with others. My excuse for this enjoyable exercise (a legitimate one!) is that one character, loosely mine but technically shared, lives this stuff and I want to add some depth to her knowledge. The other reason is that the avatars are settling into my brain and demanding attention.
Religion isn’t interesting, but I love stories.
Piper was scared of the fireworks earlier this evening. Now he’s near my feet, curled up on the study room carpet and happily sleepy. Not only have the fireworks stopped, he has been brought upstairs, made a flash-bang-excluding nest, fed and provided with a litter tray. This cat really prefers indoor toilet facilities. Too bad for him, most of the year.
