Feline Updates

Castiel, Kitten of Thursday, Menace to Society, has come up with a new way to indicate that he's booooooored.

He will stalk up to me while I'm working, and bite my pants leg.

Not me, just the fabric. One quick bite and a tug, then a release. Then he'll do it again a few minutes later if I don't come play with him.

I suppose there are worse habits he could come up with?

Meanwhile, the Cat of Size continues along. He had a bad patch, and seems to be on a good patch now, with continued cuddles and not seeming to mind TOO much that we've switched his feeding-and-shots schedule a few hours later.

(this means I'm actually less productive in the morning, which is totally my fault, not his. Need to work on that).


(because I know you're here more for them than you are me....)

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Ah, the ever-present pushmepullyuou between "I shall be subtle as fuck and leave scholars to wonder at my subtlety in papers decades hence!" and "if I don't fucking spell it out in neon letters a foot high, nobody's ever going to figure out what I'm saying."


(this brought to you by the continuing frustration of an entire subset of writers everywhere hearing "we need more X in genre" and knowing that you gave them X - sometimes repeatedly - and nobody even fucking noticed because you're not a bestselling boy-writer. But never mind me, I'll just be over here, mixing up the very subtle neon ink...)