My bro emails me as follows.
This is what Margot looks like to me all the time:
ಠ_à²
Concerned cat is concerned.
I email him back.
^ ^
O~O
is more accurate.
He emails me back….
Sez you.
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The mailman was very happy I put down de-icer yesterday. I try to do as I would be done by, with variable results. This time it worked.
I can’t find my cell phone charger. I have no idea what I did with the darned thing, which is rather anxiety making. At the same time, I know it’s in the house, so I am not too worried.
My cousin Katherine had a b-day yesterday; facebutt lets you know when people on your friendslist are approaching their natal day, so I and many other people wished her a happy birthday. Her userpic in facebook is a piece of anime art she did herself. Talented lassie!
My mother also had a birthday recently. She and pOp celebrated, in part, with a drive in the country, a family tradition to which I, alas, cannot subscribe, as I don’t have a car and I don’t have any friends or relatives in town willing to indulge me in my fondness for aimless carbon release.
Eddie crawled into my lap … twice … yesterday. Gizmo, not to be outdown, followed me into the bathroom at one point and insisted on being brushed. It amazes me; both of the cats have changed so much since Margot came along, and apart from the truly remarkable noises Eddie makes when Margot goggles at him unexpectedly, I’d say their behaviour has become more affectionate. Now, if we could stop them from throwing up. But in the words of Dr. Jane, the singing paleontologist (now Dr. James):
Cats they shed, and cats they throw up
Cats they defecate and spray (and they spray)
And I’m gonna be a multi millionaire
The day that I can make these products pay.
Hey, if you’re going to sing about cats, one should strive for accuracy with those, dare I say it, caterwauls.
