There’s something incredibly soothing about napping with a skunk. Hobkin’s head is the perfect shape for burrowing. He likes to tuck his muzzle under my chin, and then snuggle it in, so that he’s as wedged as he can be, lodged between me and the pillow. If I should have the temerity to shift position or adjust my pillow, he cuddles closer immediately. And occasionally he gives little chin rubs with his face against mine. He’s got the thickest fur of any animal I’ve ever hugged, and he likes having his little ears rubbed, which are so soft, like velveteen.
‘Course, he’s prone to sticking his nose in my ear, and his breathing sounds like a windy cavern. And he also has a penchant for pressing icy paws against me in winter. But I find that endearing too, in a “dammit, Hobkin!” way. I can’t imagine how I ever got by without a skunky toy to sleep with.
Writing Stuff
54-day personalized reject from Sheila Williams at Asimov’s with invite to submit again. That’s the best reject I’ve received from them. But where to send this story next? Hmm.
Words: 1200 on the WIP, 300 on an outline/overview of a short story idea out of the blue.
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I don’t know what, but I’m just fascinated by the fact taht you have a skunk.
My dog, Patti, likes to snuggle in between me and Greg. When Greg is out of town, she tries to get that same level of security by continually burrowing into my side until I wake up with a mere inch of bed space. I think it’s adorable, but that could be because she hasn’t managed to push me off the bed yet.
You know, when you become a famous YA author, kids are going to love you and your Hobkin stories!
~Maggie 🙂
There’s something incredibly soothing about napping with a skunk.
My granddaddy used to say this all the time.1
Now I say it often too.2
Especially on Tuesdays.3
1No he didn’t.
2No I don’t.
3Thursdays.
aw! now _I_ want a skunk!
;oD
reminds me of when my dog wants to snugs. I get the head tucked under my chin and my wife gets the tail swishing in her face.