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I need to sleep. I'm having a hard time convincing myself to do it. Adjusting to loss, annoyingly sad angst-spectrum emotions and major life changes really sucks. Yeah, yeah. I'm dealin'. So anyway here are some virtual pets.
Real critters, though, are much sweeter. Rogue, for instance, is crashed out on my too-dirty-to-put-away but too-clean-to-wash-yet clothes where they live in a pile on the floor. Note that her presence will likely throw them out of laundry limbo and into the hamper in the morning, although I'll probably wear 'em one more time, to walk the dogs. I'd normally put a stop to this behavior, but she's been so obviously depressed about Skeeter's absence (Kestrel and Lucy took him to Covelo. I kept Rogue. We're a separated family) that I haven't the heart to do it. (Yeah, I know the grammar in that last...sentence?...should get me slapped by the grammar police. So should this whole post. Don't I have a rule about not posting whilst inebriated or tired?) Miz Nocturne, AKA Dammit Who Gave the Kitten Speed Again?! is zonked on my lap in a position that can't possibly be comfortable (do legs bend in that direction? Really? Only when you're a 7 week kitten, I think). I don't dare move her, though. She'll revert to warp drive, oooh, Jackels are climbable mode. Which is adorable too, of course.
I love these animals. Every last fuzzy feathery scaly finny one of them. They, possibly more than any other love, are so unquestionably worth the pain.
Why is the kitten unbuttoning my nightshirt?
There's this...sleep...thing. I think...I...should...do...it. /drags self to bed, with sleepy kitten/
Pets name: Bryndel
Adopt your own!
Pets name: Korva
Adopt your own!
Pets
Pets name: Ivy
Adopt your own!
Pets
Pets name: Vibrance
Adopt your own!
Note that you don't actually have to do anything to these guys to play the game.
Also,
, 
and 
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Real critters, though, are much sweeter. Rogue, for instance, is crashed out on my too-dirty-to-put-away but too-clean-to-wash-yet clothes where they live in a pile on the floor. Note that her presence will likely throw them out of laundry limbo and into the hamper in the morning, although I'll probably wear 'em one more time, to walk the dogs. I'd normally put a stop to this behavior, but she's been so obviously depressed about Skeeter's absence (Kestrel and Lucy took him to Covelo. I kept Rogue. We're a separated family) that I haven't the heart to do it. (Yeah, I know the grammar in that last...sentence?...should get me slapped by the grammar police. So should this whole post. Don't I have a rule about not posting whilst inebriated or tired?) Miz Nocturne, AKA Dammit Who Gave the Kitten Speed Again?! is zonked on my lap in a position that can't possibly be comfortable (do legs bend in that direction? Really? Only when you're a 7 week kitten, I think). I don't dare move her, though. She'll revert to warp drive, oooh, Jackels are climbable mode. Which is adorable too, of course.
I love these animals. Every last fuzzy feathery scaly finny one of them. They, possibly more than any other love, are so unquestionably worth the pain.
Why is the kitten unbuttoning my nightshirt?
There's this...sleep...thing. I think...I...should...do...it. /drags self to bed, with sleepy kitten/
Pets name: Bryndel
Adopt your own!
Pets name: Korva
Adopt your own!
Pets
Pets name: Ivy
Adopt your own!
Pets
Pets name: Vibrance
Adopt your own!
Note that you don't actually have to do anything to these guys to play the game.
Also,
, and .
