Monthly Archives: January 2013

Katie’s New Blog

Hello and welcome to my blog! In here you’ll find a variety of topics I’ll be writing about from my current writing project, excerpts from my novel. “In a Wolf’s Eyes”, and blog about items I find interesting enough to pass on to my readers. I’ll offer to review books for other authors and allow authors to guest blog here. Please bear with me as this is a brand new site and I’m a newbie to blogging. I aim to blog approximately three to four days a week, but as I work a full time job, have a novel and other projects to work on and various needy critters under my care I may slack once in a while. Thank you for visiting my site! I hope you’ll find it interesting enough to return. Please feel free to leave comments and if you like my site then “like” it!


I’m A. Katie Rose, author of “In a Wolf’s Eyes”, my debut epic fantasy novel. Though I currently live in South Central Texas, my heart resides in my native Colorado. I went to college in Gunnison, Colorado and received my Bachelor of Arts degree there. A few of my hobbies include learning from horses and cat rescuing. Please don’t point me in the direction of a homeless cat – I have far too many as it is! I have a passion for writing, and I do a decent job of it. My publisher and fans seem to agree. I regret to say, however, I can’t quit my day job yet. That makes my boss happy, but I’d love to divorce him. Josh, consider yourself on notice.

Anyway, I work as a photographer and write in my evenings. I’m learning to blog, so check out my blog if you get a chance. Outside of working, writing, horses and cats, I do enjoy hiking, reading, movies. It doesn’t get much better than lying on the couch with a good movie, glass of wine, a fire in the fireplace and two or three cats snoozing on me. Yeah, I know – it doesn’t get very cold down here so those instances are rare.

Pleasure to meet y’all (like my Texas accent?), and please visit me on the apps and be sure to send me tons of compliments and likes. There are a few links to my book I’ve included, so click on them and check it out for yourself.


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How Pathetic

From Fox News, KABB San Antonio:

“A couple saved a dog near Piedmont and East South Cross today. They say they heard the dog crying for a couple of weeks. They called the city’s public works hot line by dialing 3-1-1 over and over. However, they had no luck getting someone out there. They called Animal Care Services repeatedly as well. The dog was trapped in a storm drain. They were able to remove the cover and pull the dog to safety themselves. After they rescued the puppy, they realized how unhealthy it was. The dogs ribs were very visible. The family says pulling the dog to safety was worth the risk, even though removing a man hole cover is against the law. Relatives plan to keep the dog and nurse it back to good health.”

This was a news brief I read tonight, online. It’s the epitome of what the city of San Antonio and is surrounding areas is like. In this town, very few care about the homeless animals within it. Very few care about the corpses left on the highway breakdown lanes. I use those very highways on a daily basis, see the dead dogs, dead cats, dead raccoons and yes dead deer. A beautiful 8 point buck, dead, on a major highway, will lie there until its nothing but bones, teeth and perhaps its antlers. Someone may pull over long enough to grab the antlers, I bet. But I’ve seen corpses lie there under the sun until there’s nogthing left but a few scraps of fur and teeth. What? Can’t anyone clean up the dead around here? I’ve seen 1 (one) city clean up crew pick up a dead dog in the six years I’ve lived here.

I went for a walk one day in my neighborhood and heard a kitten calling to me…I took him home, covered in his own diahrrea. I have trapped, let’s see, two cats in live traps on dealership car lots. Another came to me when I called to her. All four I adopted and gave a home to. Another I nearly ran over as she tottered into the path of my car as I drove from the access road onto the highway. I stopped my car over the brilliantly colored calico kitten, barely old enough to have her yes open. How did she get onto a major city highway? Three guesses and the first two don’t count. I still have her, her name is Rae.

People here dump animals anywhere and everwhere. I rescued an adult Rottweiler a few years ago, an older male, intact, with such horrible heartworm I had to put him down a week later. This dog no doubt lived with his owner(s) until they a) decided he’s too old, or b) decided he’s too sick, to keep any longer. Yes, I found him on a car lot. I took home a young, energetic Labrador (took responsibility when no one else would) and he drove my Vinny away. The orange cat I found on my walk went feral and I never saw him again. The price I pay for my compassion. I found a home for the Labrador, but it cost me my Vinny

Someone once made a comment about how a society is judged by its treatment of criminals, another by a society’s treatment of children. San Antonio no doubt treats its criminals and children with justice and mercy. But its homeless and hurting animals? The local Humane Society tells folk who find a homeless animal to put it back where they found it. They have no room, they have no facilities. Leave it to be killed by a car, a coyote, starvation, disease…who cares?

I do.

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Cat Butts

Cats are vain creatures.

Ever notice that?

Icy is a sweet cat, don’t get me wrong. She loves my lap, loved for me to scratch her ribs and rub her ears. And she is a beautiful cat: a chocolate point Siamese with blue-blue eyes. She just has this penchant for thinking her butt is so pretty. If I’m at my computer, she’ll sit beside my mouse and stare at me. Her eyes are squinty and her pupils huge. Of course, I can’t resist. The instant I look at her, up she pops and turns her butt toward me. “Look, Mom! My butt is so cute!”

“Icy, I’d rather look at your face and your purty blue eyes.”

“Mom, but my butt -“

Different critters speak different languages. If a horse turns his butt to you, it means disrespect, a threat or both. If a cat turns his butt to you it means: admire this orifice.

In asking for much-needed attention, Icy will all but stand on her head at the edge of the bed or the arm of the couch. Presenting me with what she thinks is wonderful and I eye sidelong with reservations.

“Icy, please turn around.”


Her vanity goes to extreme when I rub her tummy and comment on her spay scar. Her vet loves seeing this, as it demonstrates that Icy will never have love children. She’s a love child herself, as it happens. I remind her she will never be a mommy and she doesn’t care about that.

Instead, she begins to wail. “I can never be seen in a bikini again!”

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