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I'm Gonna Kill Santa Claus
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If this doesn't give you a headache...
http://nyanit.com/visualconsumer.blogspot.com
Also, obviously, you can append any site URL you want, if you are a glutton for punishment...
Also, obviously, you can append any site URL you want, if you are a glutton for punishment...
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Today's favorite band and song...
I'm particularly enamored of the line:
"I ain't what you see, I'm afraid to be."
There is a long list of people that reminds me of...
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Scandal!
So I had this feral kitten, now named Scruffy, who was derping on my porch for a while, and last Sunday I had her tamed enough to bring in the house. I put her in an unused bedroom, and at least got her off the streets.
Wednesday, the vet came over [yes my vet makes house calls] and Scruffy got her first shots, de-wormed, and furthered her entry into suburban life.
My existing maniac tomcat, Bitey has been throwing a complete fit over her presence since I let her in. Growling under the doors to that bedroom. Hissing at me if smelled of Scruffy after coming out of there. Being a nut, not that he isn't already one. He is, after all, a maniac.
So tonight after I get bored and am about to crash, I go to check on Scruffy. I take one of the two paths back to that part of the house, and close the door behind me, to keep Bitey from following and getting upset. But what do I find?
Bitey is outside the door to Scruffyland, and he is in a nose to nose lovefest under the door that separates them. He is all over it, Scruffy is loving him back and they are rubbing noses through the gap under the door, with none of the hissing, pissing, moaning, and general histrionics that have categorized his behavior so far to date.
Instead, it was like I caught Bitey cheating on me with another cat. It was HUGE as far as how cute it was!
He ran like hell when he saw I saw it, but I'm so amused by this I just can't stop snickering.
Bitey and Scruffy, sitting in a tree...
Wednesday, the vet came over [yes my vet makes house calls] and Scruffy got her first shots, de-wormed, and furthered her entry into suburban life.
My existing maniac tomcat, Bitey has been throwing a complete fit over her presence since I let her in. Growling under the doors to that bedroom. Hissing at me if smelled of Scruffy after coming out of there. Being a nut, not that he isn't already one. He is, after all, a maniac.
So tonight after I get bored and am about to crash, I go to check on Scruffy. I take one of the two paths back to that part of the house, and close the door behind me, to keep Bitey from following and getting upset. But what do I find?
Bitey is outside the door to Scruffyland, and he is in a nose to nose lovefest under the door that separates them. He is all over it, Scruffy is loving him back and they are rubbing noses through the gap under the door, with none of the hissing, pissing, moaning, and general histrionics that have categorized his behavior so far to date.
Instead, it was like I caught Bitey cheating on me with another cat. It was HUGE as far as how cute it was!
He ran like hell when he saw I saw it, but I'm so amused by this I just can't stop snickering.
Bitey and Scruffy, sitting in a tree...
Bitey's supper
My cat Bitey is known for being picky. He generally snubs whatever wet cat food I put out for his supper, even though I offer him a variety of awesome grain free gushy foods that any cat should be delighted with. Said snubbing consists of a drive-by sniff, followed by feline stink-eye in my general direction, and some kind of meow of disapproval.
On any given day, I try to interpret the meow as his opinion of what today's entree looks like to him.
Today's meow translated as, essentially, "wino scabs."
Fifteen to thirty minutes after the snubbing, he generally noms it all up when he thinks I'm not looking, then licks the plate clean. Consequently, I don't take his initial reaction too seriously.
On any given day, I try to interpret the meow as his opinion of what today's entree looks like to him.
Today's meow translated as, essentially, "wino scabs."
Fifteen to thirty minutes after the snubbing, he generally noms it all up when he thinks I'm not looking, then licks the plate clean. Consequently, I don't take his initial reaction too seriously.
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