Coconut Cat RIP

We have reached the end of an era with the passing of Coconut, the last of the cats of Castle Gaiman. Back in 2010, when I first became friends with Neil, I absolutely fell in love with the menagerie that lived at his house and spent many hours walking borrowed dogs, petting the resident cats, or simply writing in corners with feline companionship. Portions of ten novels were written in the castle, and whenever I worked there Coconut always found me and curled up on or near me. He was an incredibly social and loving cat; I am going to miss him enormously. He was a frequent guest on Friday Cat Blogging and I ended up with a lot of pictures of him over the years. As is my tradition when I lose a pet friend, I’m going to share a portion of them as a farewell.

My last shot of him. Old and thin but still himself to the end

And, this was my first.

Sitting with me while I was writing last fall.

Cuddling with Laura back around 2012.

He was often waiting at the door when I showed up.

Writing in the tower.

And in the kitchen.

He could be a goof.

Or the picture of dignity.

He kept the magnificent Princess close company in her final days.

Here they are sometime in that first year I made friends with them.

He was a but dubious about this interloper.

But he really loved people.

With Laura last winter.

And me that fall.

Here he is helping me with another book in the library.

My most common view was of him waiting for me to put the laptop down.

I just love this.

A champion sleeper.

Even when balancing precariously.

This is not a trap. He liked belly rubs.

And sun.

So much sun.

If I didn’t pick him up fast enough he got quite demanding.

Verbally too.

This is usually how he said goodbye.

He liked drinking from the sink while Princess was alive.

But mostly he liked people.

Damn, but I am going to miss this little guy.

Such a charmer.

And so sweet.

I’m going to end with this shot because I find it haunting.


Retro Friday Cat Blogging

My feets, I hugs dem!


No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die.


I playz dead gud, even got the bloating thing nailed


I command you to bring me a…zzzzzzzz



My proud lion pose, you take pixure, yes?


All shall love me and despair!


(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog January 21 2011, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)

Retro Friday Cat Blogging

Rotating counts as moving, doesn’t it?

Still life with Kleenex

I can to hold my ligu-liq-booze!

Me too! Zzzzzzzzz

Invisible dogs aren’t doin’ nothin’. Honest.

(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog December 10 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)

More Bee Antics

Post Hiving Addition of Pollen Patties

Lola and Laura, a vision in white?

Laura’s first time in a bee suit IMG_3843

Lola thinks she should help


Kelly getting ready to open the hive


Pollen patty



Placing the pollen patty


For some reason there were still a LOT of bees in the box here—shook them into the hive


Laura heading for the woods hives


Laura placing a pollen patty—big step for someone as bee wary as she is


Laura placing another patty


Pollen patty in place


Kelly placing a pollen patty


Bee thinks we didn’t get its good side, requests retakes



Failure in bee suit, discovered _after_ we were done



Hiving Bees 2014

Bee Hiving at Castle Gaiman 2014 Edition:

Lola wants to help with the bees


Bee Guys shot courtesy of Mary Edgeberg


Bill and Hans prepping the bees


Bill and Hans pulling the queen’s box out


Bill has a queen bee in his pocket


Shaking the bees into the hive 1


Shaking the bees into the hive 2


Shaking the bees into the hive 3

Shaking the bees into the hive 4. Distance shot as I remember that I have neither hood nor gloves on at the moment when I get my ear bumped.


Woods hives

More bees ready to go


Opening up a box of bees


The last bee box


Clearing out the losses of winter


Feeding one of the two hives that made it through our Fimbulwinter