Cat's Cradle

[blamebrampton]

I realised why the childhood string game is called cat's cradle today.

Last night Cookie was prancing about with a ball of perle cotton in her mouth, feeling very proud of herself for finding such a treasure.

This evening, when I arrived home, there was a network of threads strung about the living room, around pieces of furniture, through the cat tunnel (in three separate passes), and out into the kitchen. In the middle of the mess were two kitties happily chewing on the threads. I don't think I want to weave anything with that thread anymore ... kitty saliva is a bit manky.

In other kitty news, I have worked out how to podcast! So far all of my test pieces end after a few minutes with "Oof! Monster! You cannot eat the headset, and get off my diaphragm!"
"Mroaw?"
"There are no cats in Sansa's fic!"
"MROAWWWW?"
"You are no help."

Comments

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

I make myself laugh. When I was thinking about reading other people's fics the other night I went so far as to conclude I wouldn't read anything that wasn't Britpicked. I won't say 'gotten' for anything! At least Sansa gets her fics Britpicked so it wouldn't be a worry.

*shudders*

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I'd say it in a bad Essex accent ;-)

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

I also probably couldn't do any fics with McGonagall in because my Scottish accent would get me killed by any Scots on my flist.