Author has written 55 stories for Thunderbirds, Stargate: SG-1, and Avengers.
Old broad. Living in California. Sick fascination with 60's TV. And yes, my cat's name was Boomer. Sadly, my dearest companion, Boomer, died last May. He was 17 years old, and the light of my life. I was devastated, as you all might imagine. In July, I went to the local SPCA shelter. I thought I wanted another cat just like Boomer, so I specified a senior male cat (over 10 years old), neutered, indoor cat all his life. I figured it would be a quiet cat who just needed a warm sunny spot on the floor, a window to look out off, and someone to spoil him rotten. What I got was Charlie. There couldn't be a cat more different than Boomer. He may be old, but he has the energy of a kitten. He does crazy cat, bouncing off the walls two or three times a week. Sunny spots? Oh, hell no. He demands the warm lap for several hours of the day. I have claw marks up and down my arms and legs. Oh, and they pulled his teeth at the shelter due to several abcesses. Know what happens when you pull a cat's teeth? They drool. His favorite drool depository is my left ear. I wanted to change my handle to Charliecat, but it was taken. Sigh.