My Silly Kitty

He got orange pollen all over his face from rubbing up against a bouquet of lilies on the breakfast table, and now he's stalking around the sun porch, hunting chipmunks with his "war paint" on.

He's practicing the delicate art of woodcraft.  :D

Fic and Notes: Expiation

Expiation: (n) an act of atonement

All right, boys and girls: I wrote a Tactician story.  Mostly to get the damned idea on the page and out of my head forever.

( 'Fic spoilers under the cut. )

I think that's it for now.  I feel purged of a great uncleanliness.

BTW, still no "Katarina" category on ffnet.