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Yeah, yeah, I haven't said fuckall on here in an age.

I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

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Yeah, yeah, I haven't said fuckall on here in an age.

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For those of you who do not follow me over on Facebook- I live with a cat, now. he is kind of a dork and kind of adorkable. And kind of a jerk and kind of not.

Today, he decided that burrowing into my armpit was clearly THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH THE HUMAN I AM CALLING MINE RIGHT NOW WHO IS USING HIS LAPTOP OKAY. And then proceeded to knead the inside of my arm, juuust on this side of drawing blood (no seriously- he actually scratched the inside of my arm down one layer of skin).

I think I am liking living with Butler, or as his human calls him, 'Bullah' or as I have taken to calling him, 'Bollah-bo'.
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    • It's assumed that he's at least part Himalayan, based on the insanely long between-footpads fur. He isn't very chatty, either, which seems unusual for even 1/256th Siamese.
  • My aunt's cat Shadow used to do this to me when I came to visit. In the middle of the night. On one occasion she tried kneading my trachea, instead.

    Edited at 2010-08-25 12:15 am (UTC)
  • My butterscotch just climbs ontop of the keyboard swishes her tail over the screen and looks at me "OK you're done now, my time!"
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