Animal Profile: Toki

Age: 13?

Likes: Hands, belly rubs, praise and acknowledgement of his excellency, canned tuna, flowers

Dislikes: Flea drops, having to move

Powers: Liquid-mode

Alternate names: Lord Tokigawa of the Tokigawa Shogunate, Floppy Boi, Toki-Toki Panic, Toki-Toki Literature Club, That Guy

Behold his magnificence. Stroke his belly fur. it’s absolutely not a trap.

Behold his magnificence. Stroke his belly fur. it’s absolutely not a trap.

Toki is the oldest of the animals. He’s a tabby who went through a fat period shortly after he was neutered, but now he’s just kinda floppy. He gets along with most everybody. The only reason he’s not in your face right now is because he’s busy sleeping.

He’s also the worst jumper I have ever seen. That does not stop him from absolutely wiping out against a table or counter.

He gets along with the rest of the animals. While the dogs are careful with the kittens, they have no problem chasing him around and teasing him. The dogs wag their tails like it’s great fun, but you can tell that Toki is doing his best to inflict great harm upon them.

They’re pitbulls. They can take a bite to the ear.

He curls up with the kittens, but he has a tendency to bully Nes occasionally. He pins down her great fluffy bulk and bites her. Luckily, Luma the Sheriff is quick to break up their scuffles.

His favorite place is on my husband’s desk, right on top of his mouse hand. Because there is no reason he can’t move the cursor AND tend to the fur of Lord Tokigawa. Peon.

Midwest Coast is the Best Coast

I spent three weeks away in the Arlington/DC area, tagging along with my husband while he was being trained for his new job. Arlington was nice and sightseeing in DC was fun. This is going to sound so lame, but while my husband was off at class, I just hung out in the hotel room and worked on the manuscript for Venomous.

It’ll be done before April 6th, I swear, beta-readers.

Not only did we check out a couple of the museums, but we got to eat at a lot of different restaurants and even check out an inexplicable baseball-themed dance club.

Just don’t drink the G.O.A.T.

Just don’t drink the G.O.A.T.

It was a nice break from the usual, but there’s nothing sweeter than coming home. Just seeing how overjoyed the Ladies were was great.

Not gonna lie. They get excited when I leave and come back ten minutes later.

Not gonna lie. They get excited when I leave and come back ten minutes later.

Now I’ve got to get back to work. I have to prepare for a book launch, some book festivals, and design a cover and a trailer while being constantly pestered by these animals. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Now I have to go. I think one of the cats just got sick.