Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Bambie shambled up to the bar in Rattigan's...


Wednesday late night mews, most precious Pussycats in the know... definitely cold on the tame prairie today with frigid temps forecast for tonight... yuck! This Big Cat never wanted to live during an Ice Age... unless, of course, it's in a non-frigid zone... brrrrrr! ... another terrifically, overly busy day for the Kougaress... at least, some good progress was made on authorly stuff, including Amazon finally listed HIS CLAIMED BRIDE with the Kougar's other books.

With so much crisis in the world, darling kittens, take care, beware, and hunker bunker down... unless you need to get the heck out of Dodge. Remember, this Big Cat loves ya!

Authoress news and mews ~

So, the Kougar started writing on her secret project. AND! She worked on getting HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS formatted for Createspace... this is getting done only because she has someone wonderful, who is helping her with this brain-twisting tech stuff.


Not A Drinking Man
by Rebecca Gillan 
Bambie shambled up to the bar in Rattigan's with a soul-weary air hovering over him. Louie had been in the business of running a pub long enough to know a man in need of peace and a long line of cold beers when he saw one. He didn't know the forest ranger well, not being an outdoorsy kind of guy, but he did know that Bambie didn't drink. He wasn't a tee-totaler; he never seemed to care if other people drank around him. He just didn't do it himself.



UFO on radar prompts Indian Air Force to scramble jet — Open Minds


Wishing you romance on the wild side… 

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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