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blamebrampton ([personal profile] blamebrampton) wrote2008-05-30 01:21 am

Perspective

I was going to post a long and involved post asking why all the Worldcup palaver turned into such sturm und drang, donder and blitzen, Grumpy and Sleepy, but then the Monster kitten spent the last five minutes playing splashies with her water bowl and now I have two little cats sitting on my feet drying off in front of the heater.

And it occurs to me that rather than getting to the heart of why so many of my lovely friends were so drained by Worldcup (I was in the group drained before postings, as opposed to the group who lost the will to live during, who should not be confused with the mods who are even now forming a support network), what I really want to do is hire an aeroplane, jet round the world, pick everyone up, and bring you all here to play with the cats.

 Bugger tea and Xanax, there's nothing like a kitten nomming on your toes to make the world seem a more pleasant place.

[identity profile] empress-jae.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
the interesting thing is, it wasn't just the writers, artists and mods who were drained during WC. i think all of fandom (writers, artists and readers alike) felt the strain. we can now all breathe a sigh of relief and have a glass of wine or five together. :)

oh and kitties!! when my kitty used to nom on my toes, i'd pick her up and nom right back on her paws. she'd look at me like, wtf?? :D

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm in! WC did actually drive me to drink, which is a rare occurrence these days, but the horror of meeting deadline had me so wound up on coffee that my beloved broke out the gin.

And, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Monster's little brain would explode if I did that.

She has a great cute trick where she jumps onto my shoulder for a cuddle, but will be so overwhelmed by happines once I start tickling and patting her that she forgets to support her own weight and just flops over. Now I support her, but I received some very dramatic shoulder and breast scratches before I worked out what she was doing.

Cookie, of course, looks at Mon as though she is an idiot, and at me as though she thinks less of me for putting up with the kitten.

[identity profile] empress-jae.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
omg that's hilarious! what is with cat's and human's shoulder?? my friend's cat jumps on her shoulder every morning while she's blow drying her hair in the bathroom! it's the weirdest thing. and i didn't believe her until i actually witnessed it! my friend was like...now you know why my hair is always half dry in the morning. :D

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I am waiting for my friend the Tasmanian farmer to visit, he's six and a half feet tall, has long blond hair, and will look to her like some kind of Lucius Malfoy-esque god. She will either adore him or refuse to come out of her little house.

It's not so bad now that she's stopped relaxing so much she farts ...

[identity profile] empress-jae.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not so bad now that she's stopped relaxing so much she farts ...

*chokes on coffee* :D

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
How you can fit that much gas inside such a small kitten I will never know ...

[identity profile] empress-jae.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
my old roommate's kitteh used to squeak and scream as a baby when she would go to the litter box and poop. i don't blame her for the noise. for something that was the size of a sock, it must've been pretty painful for her to get out the elephant sized poo! :D

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2008-05-30 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh the poor little thing!

Cookie had a few problems with the new food when she moved in, which were entirely in the realm of smell. She would come running in from the back room where the litter trays are pause in the living room to look at us with a facial expression that said "Fly you fools!" before running up the hall.