Friday, February 5, 2016

Friday, January 29, 2016

Sometimes...

It's the little things.  My poinsettia that I got back at Christmas in 2014 is still alive.  Thriving actually.  And just starting to bloom!  Life is good. More pics to follow...

Monday, January 4, 2016

Hard to Believe

I know, I know. You probably don't believe this but every year I manage to convince myself it's not really that bad. Turning the heat essentially off, that is. What was I thinking?!? Trust me, when it gets below 20 outside it gets darn cold inside, no matter how many layers I put on. It's 17 out there now, going down to 9 tonight, 8 tomorrow night. I have one more degree to go before the heat kicks on. You wouldn't think 49 is that cold but it is when it's inside. C'mon over and see for yourself if you need to but make sure you bring mittens and a hat. As for me, I'll be the lump under that pile of blankets with the kitties.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Heartbroken

Beau died the evening of November 18 while I held him.  He will be missed more than I can express.  I'm so far beyond sad there isn't a word for it.  I'll be back after I regroup.


Sunday, October 25, 2015

About Beau


He was one day old when he stole my heart.  A little striped, speckled kitty, one of a litter of six.  Yes, one of the litter yet not.  I knew the first moment I saw him that he was different.  A very powerful magical creature in the guise of a tiny kitten.



I found homes for the others. Beau claimed me from the start. We went home, this wee one pound ball of fluff and it wasn’t long before he took over the house. The three older cats already in residence were quickly under his spell. Oh he lets them think they are dominant to him but that’s all part of his plan.



Beau is a storyteller. Always has been. He whispers to me, sometimes complete tales, sometimes snippets that I must then fill in the blanks. You’d think something so adorable wouldn’t be so wicked but trust me, he is. We are working on a book of Beau Tales that will astound you when he decides it’s ready for public viewing.



He’s been under the weather lately. Yeah, that’s an understatement. He stopped eating and hasn’t gotten back to it yet. I believe he will. When he is ready and not a moment sooner. My wonderful vet has done everything for him. Exploratory surgery, biopsies, supportive care. She sent him home because she thought he would be more comfortable there, which I’m sure he is.



The first two days he was back he stayed downstairs. I slept on the sofa to be near him. This morning, after we did his IV fluids he put himself to bed in his regular spot between the pillows, under the covers. He’s still not eating but I see this as a good thing, like he’s saying he’ll be sticking around. Part of me suspects he’s in collusion with the big cats. They’ve been getting all the leftovers of the foods I’ve been offering him, things they rarely get.



My little Beau kitty. Magical beyond belief. Clever as hell. Naughty as can be but cute enough to get away with anything. He’s one of a kind and I’m the luckiest person alive because he chose me. May we have many more years of shared adventures!





Saturday, October 24, 2015

Beau the Brave

The Beau kitty hasn't been doing so well lately. Two weeks ago he stopped eating and was throwing up constantly. After visiting the vet and having plan A care at home not work he went back for plan B care there. Exploratory surgery and a week long stay hasn't solved anything. It did rule out a variety of things though which is good.


Friday they decided he'd be more comfortable at home. I now know how to give IV fluids and injections in a catheter. Tonight one of the amazing vet techs stopped by my house and unclogged his IV. I had no clue what to do when I couldn't get fluid started so I called and she came. Truly amazing individual and that's how much she cares about the critters entrusted to her.



Beau still needs to relearn to eat but he's a magical determined little kitty and I believe in him. Still, we'd appreciate you sending good vibes for him out into the universe.



More news to follow...

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Just That Fast

I watched her die. Though there really wasn’t much of anything to see.

She came in, in front of me.  Chattering away.  Walking perfectly fine.  No distress.  No outward signs.

Half a minute later, thirty little seconds, she fell. Foaming. Unresponsive.

It seemed like forever until the paramedics arrived. Seven minutes after she’d come in from the porch. Seven. Five minutes from the time I’d called them. They assured us that she was gone by the time she hit the floor, that there was nothing anyone could have done for her.

Chatting one moment. Dead the next. Literally. Slipping quietly into whatever follows. Without anyone to say goodbye. I would have, had I known. I would have told her she was a joy, that she’ll be missed. But it was too late. She was gone…


Friday, September 4, 2015

At the End



He stood in the shadows, watching the hate flow between the humans. He’d been there for what they called a month. One after another, sometimes more than one a day, they picked each other off, spilling their blood into the ground. Senselessly. At first he thought there was a point to it. But no, there wasn’t. Not one he could determine anyway. They seemed to thrive on killing each other. 

He’d been there before. In fact, he was the one who’d suggested this little planet as a possible host to his kind. They were chameleons. Able to fit in anywhere. Anywhere peaceful. His brethren could never survive in the current atmosphere. The non-stop mindless violence would leech the goodness from their essence and they would perish in a slow and horrid manner. No, earth was no longer an option. They would have to find somewhere else to call home.

He turned, preparing to go, when he was noticed. The native yelled at him, calling him an old man, demanding to know what he was looking at. He spun about, pulling the weapon he swore never to use, not even in self-defense. Without the slightest pause to consider what he was about to do, he aimed it toward the voice and pushed the button, vaporizing the human instantly.

Nothing, he thought to himself. He was looking at nothing.

Great sadness filled his being. It was too late for him. Now that he’d done the unthinkable, he could never return to his society. He looked down at the weapon, still in his hand. It only took a few clicks to change the settings. It was their doing that his existence was over which meant theirs should be too. He pushed the button again. 

His crew, watching from space for his signal to begin transporting their people to their new home, suddenly saw… nothing.

© 2015 Barbara Huffert

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Annoucement!



 It is with great sadness that I am removing the books I have published with Ellora’s Cave from my website.  I love those books!  When the first was accepted back in 2006 I was so happy.  I was extremely proud to become part of the Ellora’s Cave family of authors.

In the past year however, there has been some, let’s call it, unpleasantness occurring with the company.  No, I will not go into details here.  You can find more information by doing an internet search if you are that interested.  From my standpoint, and I speak for no one but myself, I no longer have any confidence in the longevity of the company.

I have requested the rights back on all my books.  Even the ones that don’t currently qualify.  Why?  Because when all the badness comes to a head, I want it on record within the company that I have done so.  I am stating this here, publicly for the same reason.

Hopefully, Ellora’s Cave management will do the right thing and return my books to me in a timely manner.  As soon as they do so I will work on finding a new home for my art and go back to sharing it with you.  In the meantime, I apologize to anyone who is interested in reading my stories. 

I am truly sorry Ellora’s Cave has made it nearly impossible to locate any of my work on their site.  And, just so you know, they haven’t sent me any royalties in months so please, even if you do manage to find my books, please don’t buy them.  It no longer seems as if your hard-earned money will find its way to me, the author who poured my heart and soul into creating those stories.

I do have four other books available from different publishers.  Stop by the Books page of my website for more information.

Thank you.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Ever Wonder?

All of life is research. I'm not sure if I consciously intend it to be or if that's just how it works out. Some of the most bizarre snippets in my books are absolute truths but I suspect no one would ever believe it.  "Which ones?" you ask.  I'll never tell!  Only the individuals directly involved will ever know what is truth and what is fiction with me.