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blamebrampton) wrote2008-05-30 01:21 am
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.
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.
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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 ...
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*chokes on coffee* :D
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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.