6/20/11 03:34 pm - Back Home + End of Amplificathon + Dead Cat = Podfic
So, I'm back home. And I swear I'll make a huge post with the rest of the awesome stuff we did in London & Edinburgh sometime in the next week or so.
But today, two things happened: it's the last day of Amplificathon, and a few hours ago, I had to put my 17-year-old cat to sleep.
I've had Henry since I was six years old. I was the one who named him, and though he was the family cat, I was the one cat person in a family of dog people, so there was always a vague sense of "he's my cat". And when my parents got divorced, neither of them wanted him, so I got him. He was originally a stray cat before we took him in, and he was horribly obese for most of his life (~20 lbs). He was my big, fat, gray baby, and he was the sweetest cat I have ever met in my life, and I'm only being a little bit biased. We never had him declawed, and when I was a kid I:
...among other things, and he never once even TRIED to scratch me. Or anyone. Ever. He was sort of unbelievably mellow. Back when I had my parakeet, Ravenclaw, I even once put him on Henry's back, and the cat did little other than give him the stink-eye. He was smart, too--once, our family dog, Zeke, got out of the backyard and didn't come home for twelve hours. We couldn't find him anywhere. Henry kept trying to get out the door, and we finally let him out. Several hours later, in the middle of the night, we heard scratching at the front door. It was Henry, with Zeke behind him. He had found the lost dog and led him home.
Henry really was the best cat I ever could have possibly asked for, and I will miss him terribly, terribly much. Rest In Peace, my sweet, sweet kitty.
So, this podfic. I've had it recorded for a while--it was one of the side-effects of my procrastination before the big move. I kept putting off posting it, and putting off posting it, and now, not only is it the last day of the 'thon, but given the feel of it and my current mood, and the fact that the bloopers I have from it include me talking to Henry, it just feels right to post it now.
So, without further ado, I give you...
read by bessyboo
MP3 [22.85MB]: MediaFire | Audiofic Archive Page
Audiobook (M4B) [24.46MB]: MediaFire | Audiofic Archive Page
This fic remains my favorite CSI fic. Ever. It is a story about anger and grief and relationships and discovery and a mother's love. It is about Nick and Greg and their relationship, even though Nick is only in the very end of it and has something like three lines, and it is from neither of their points of view.
In fact the POV is one of my very favorite things about it. I already have a thing for both outsider POV and good "getting outed/coming out" fic, and this is an example of both of those things done JUST right. geekwriter143's characterization of Jillian is believable and touching and does a generally great job of taking a character who is in all of three scenes in the show, and fleshing her out into a totally relatable, sympathetic and interesting character.
In fact, all of the characterization in this fic is just spot-on--Greg, Grissom, everyone. It truly feels like the perfect coda to the Grave Digger episodes.
I really love this fic, and I hope I was able to do it justice. Henry, baby, this is dedicated to your memory. ♥
Happy Amplificathon, purple-eyed creatures.
ETA: Does anyone in the Twin Cities area want any of:
Let me know in a comment if you're interested.