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I discovered some long white kitty hairs on my blazer. I don’t have the heart right now to brush them off.
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I discovered some long white kitty hairs on my blazer. I don’t have the heart right now to brush them off.
Goodbye, Trinian. Now you will rule over your kingdom of Fuzzwumpia forever and ever. We miss you.
Why yes, that is Ruthven, Vlad, and Erzabet all sitting on the couch together.
Ruthven and Vlad taking a nap!
Trinian, on the other hand, is Not Amused Even A Little Bit. To the point of growling freak-outs. So now she's on Xanax, as per our vet, and she's also wearing a kitty pheromone collar. Those two things seem to be making a big difference, thank goodness.
But Ruthven? Ruthven has other kitties to play scamper-around-the-house with. Ruthven has other kitties to warble at. Which is what we were hoping for.
Vlad and Erzabet have become even more snuggly than previously. Vlad's favorite thing to do is fall asleep on people. Erzabet will herd me to a chair so she can be petted. This makes me very, very happy.
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In other news, paging all gothy makeup fiends: One of MAC's new fall limited edition lipsticks, "Prince Noir", is a dead-on duplicate of the long-discontinued Goth staple "Verushka". Now if they'd only make the color part of the permanent collection, dammit!
Your ridiculously cute kitten photo of the day:
See? The Stroppy One DOES smile!
(You guys, Vlad makes him so, so happy. So do the other kitties, but Vlad is working very hard on being a good successor to Tzepesh, which is wonderful.)
Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia and Grumpistan, flipped out at Ruthven last night. Full-on yowling, hissing, flailing, the works. So, we isolated her in the kitty room overnight, with her beloved (and very potent) catnip sausage, hoping the combination of alone-time and getting stoned out of her tiny skull would be good. Today she's not as grumpy about the existence of other kitties. She still hisses and growls a bit, but she also chirps and comes running up to me or the Stroppy One for pets and head skritches, which she wasn't doing at all yesterday. So, progress?
::goes back to staring at the cute photo of my husband and a kitten::
See? The Stroppy One DOES smile!
(You guys, Vlad makes him so, so happy. So do the other kitties, but Vlad is working very hard on being a good successor to Tzepesh, which is wonderful.)
Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia and Grumpistan, flipped out at Ruthven last night. Full-on yowling, hissing, flailing, the works. So, we isolated her in the kitty room overnight, with her beloved (and very potent) catnip sausage, hoping the combination of alone-time and getting stoned out of her tiny skull would be good. Today she's not as grumpy about the existence of other kitties. She still hisses and growls a bit, but she also chirps and comes running up to me or the Stroppy One for pets and head skritches, which she wasn't doing at all yesterday. So, progress?
::goes back to staring at the cute photo of my husband and a kitten::
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Yes, that is Ruthven sitting on the same couch with the babycats. He hissed a few times after he jumped up, but there was no real force behind it, just an expression of "I am not thrilled about this".
Trinian, on the other hand, will randomly hiss and grumble even when there aren't any other cats near her. And she seems to have forgotten that she's been living with Ruthven for six years and had pretty much accepted his existence. No, now she hisses and swipes at him and the kittens.
The kittens think everything is awesome. I have had to use the squirt bottle on Vlad for trying to drag off some of the toy monsters, and Erzabet hisses back at Ruthven whenever he gets grumpy, but otherwise, the kittens think the rest of the house is the best thing ever, omg.
I have a couch full of sleepy kitties! Yay!
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WE HAVE ACHIEVED KITTENPOCALYPSE. Repeat: we have achieved kittenpocalypse. The kittens are in a state of OMG THIS PLACE IS HUGE. Trin has retreated to her spot on the ottoman, hissing when anything comes near. Ruthven has touched noses with both the kittens, but also keeps hissing and making unhappy noises. I'm pretty sure they'll all get over it.
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We spent the weekend doing some renovation and organization of the basement. You see, Vlad and Erzabet are going to be released from the kitten room TODAY. Yes, they will finally get to explore the house, and meet the elder kitties!
But first we have to make the basement less of a chaos storage. Because while the elder kitties aren't particularly interested in investigating the various nooks and crannies, oh, the kittens will be. And I'd rather not have a kitten worm their way into a tiny hole, and then rampage around inside the walls.
I am exhausted. And I ache. Because I keep ... ignoring the fact that I have an illness that means I have less physical reserves than I expect. Look, I know it's dumb for me to do that, but I still think I'm capable of Doing All The Things, so finding out I'm not is maddening. My back feels like I've been beaten with rocks, I'm really tired, and yet I'm still pushing myself, because Things Must Be Done. (Go ahead, lecture me if it makes you feel better. I know I'm being dumb.)
But later this evening, kittens! Roaming the house! Yay! Tho' I suspect that Trinian's reaction is not going to to be "yay", but be more along the lines of "oh g-d not again i hate you people and kittens whyyyyyyyy". I'm hoping Ruthven will be a little more excited and happy about the kittens.
To sum up: Ow, ow, OW. But kittens!
EDIT: Kittenpocalypse has been postponed until TOMORROW. Because the choice was between getting All The Things done today and being too tired and exhausted to enjoy frolicking kittens, or being coherent and not crying from exhaustion. Plus tomorrow is the thirteenth, which in my worldview is a lucky day. KITTENPOCALYPSE TOMORROW!
But first we have to make the basement less of a chaos storage. Because while the elder kitties aren't particularly interested in investigating the various nooks and crannies, oh, the kittens will be. And I'd rather not have a kitten worm their way into a tiny hole, and then rampage around inside the walls.
I am exhausted. And I ache. Because I keep ... ignoring the fact that I have an illness that means I have less physical reserves than I expect. Look, I know it's dumb for me to do that, but I still think I'm capable of Doing All The Things, so finding out I'm not is maddening. My back feels like I've been beaten with rocks, I'm really tired, and yet I'm still pushing myself, because Things Must Be Done. (Go ahead, lecture me if it makes you feel better. I know I'm being dumb.)
But later this evening, kittens! Roaming the house! Yay! Tho' I suspect that Trinian's reaction is not going to to be "yay", but be more along the lines of "oh g-d not again i hate you people and kittens whyyyyyyyy". I'm hoping Ruthven will be a little more excited and happy about the kittens.
To sum up: Ow, ow, OW. But kittens!
EDIT: Kittenpocalypse has been postponed until TOMORROW. Because the choice was between getting All The Things done today and being too tired and exhausted to enjoy frolicking kittens, or being coherent and not crying from exhaustion. Plus tomorrow is the thirteenth, which in my worldview is a lucky day. KITTENPOCALYPSE TOMORROW!
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I decided to burn one of my "Mexican Cocoa" -scented candles. It is sitting in a Jack o' Lantern -styled candleholder, on the corner of the end table here by the sofa, where I can enjoy it.
I just watch Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia and possibly the dumbest cat alive, hop up on the arm of the sofa, stick her nose at the flame and singe her whiskers. She looked confused and turned around, sticking her very fluffy tail directly over the flame.
Yes, my dim cat just tried to set herself on fire. The really sad part? This is not the first time she's done this. The main reason I don't burn candles often is because Trinian has no brain or survival instinct, and I have had nightmarish visions of her lighting herself on fire, panicking, turning into a running, flailing fireball on four legs, then setting the house alight.
I just watch Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia and possibly the dumbest cat alive, hop up on the arm of the sofa, stick her nose at the flame and singe her whiskers. She looked confused and turned around, sticking her very fluffy tail directly over the flame.
Yes, my dim cat just tried to set herself on fire. The really sad part? This is not the first time she's done this. The main reason I don't burn candles often is because Trinian has no brain or survival instinct, and I have had nightmarish visions of her lighting herself on fire, panicking, turning into a running, flailing fireball on four legs, then setting the house alight.
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- So, is this headache a looming sinus migraine, or is something in my neck out of whack? It's at that awkward stage where I can't tell. As soon as I can convince Trinian Queen of Fuzzwumpia to stop sleeping on my feet, I will go take some Advil. ( Cat. On Feet )
- I tried a zombie ichor variation of the bloodspatter manicure using Orly's "Galaxy Girl", which is a blue/red/purple shimmer duochrome polish. I ... I think I'm underwhelmed. I may remove it tonight and go back to the traditional bloodspatter.
- I would like my award for being adult now, thanks. I called an agency and did stuff pertaining to dayjob. I fear that bout of productivity (along with the headache) has sapped my brain, because the idea of settling down and doing writing is making me feel a trifle woozy.
Okay, must remove the cat from my feet and take something for this headache. The coffee and food is obviously not going to fix it. Then I need to find my motivation ...
- I tried a zombie ichor variation of the bloodspatter manicure using Orly's "Galaxy Girl", which is a blue/red/purple shimmer duochrome polish. I ... I think I'm underwhelmed. I may remove it tonight and go back to the traditional bloodspatter.
- I would like my award for being adult now, thanks. I called an agency and did stuff pertaining to dayjob. I fear that bout of productivity (along with the headache) has sapped my brain, because the idea of settling down and doing writing is making me feel a trifle woozy.
Okay, must remove the cat from my feet and take something for this headache. The coffee and food is obviously not going to fix it. Then I need to find my motivation ...
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By about 10:30, I had nodded off over the computer a couple of times, and the Stroppy One realized he needed more sleep if he was going to be safe to drive to run some errands later. So, nappage happened, but only for two hours, and I no longer have the going-to-hallucinate-any-time-now sensation, so that's a bonus.
What I do have at the moment is a small(ish) fluffy white and brown cat sprawled across my arms. Apparently Trinian Queen of Fuzzwumpia has decided that now is the time for me to support her entire weight across my forearms. This makes typing interesting.
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In shallow fashion coveting news, I have been lucky enough to see some preview photos of Lip Service's "Lolita Candy" spring 2010 line. I am DOOMED. Remember the first time I mentioned this line, and said that the colorways it was going to be offered in were black-on-black and black/pink? The black/pink colorway is black and pink striped. As in, my holy grail of fabric pattern. And in items that would fit in seamlessly with my existing wardrobe, such as knee-length full skirts with ruffles, ruffled blouses, a waist cincher (clicky-link to line drawings of the items!) ... yep, doomed.
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I wonder if I have enough powers of concentration to go lay out pattern pieces and then put the fabric in a dye bath? This could be exciting.
What I do have at the moment is a small(ish) fluffy white and brown cat sprawled across my arms. Apparently Trinian Queen of Fuzzwumpia has decided that now is the time for me to support her entire weight across my forearms. This makes typing interesting.
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In shallow fashion coveting news, I have been lucky enough to see some preview photos of Lip Service's "Lolita Candy" spring 2010 line. I am DOOMED. Remember the first time I mentioned this line, and said that the colorways it was going to be offered in were black-on-black and black/pink? The black/pink colorway is black and pink striped. As in, my holy grail of fabric pattern. And in items that would fit in seamlessly with my existing wardrobe, such as knee-length full skirts with ruffles, ruffled blouses, a waist cincher (clicky-link to line drawings of the items!) ... yep, doomed.
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I wonder if I have enough powers of concentration to go lay out pattern pieces and then put the fabric in a dye bath? This could be exciting.
Hmmph. The other pair of boots I've been coveting for ages and ages are on sale at Amazon. However, I am already in shocking debt for my gorgeous Fluevogs, and thus cannot take advantage of the sale on the Skelly Docs. Woe! Woeful Cupcake Goth!
In other other news, Trinian, our extremely sweet-but-dumb kitty, just slid off of my lap onto the couch. In her sleep. She woke up looking very startled. Poor dim girl.
In other other news, Trinian, our extremely sweet-but-dumb kitty, just slid off of my lap onto the couch. In her sleep. She woke up looking very startled. Poor dim girl.
Firstly, two bits of shameless self-promotion!
Steampunk Tales Vol. 2 (clicky-link!) is now available for purchase, and hey guess what? I wrote a story for this issue! (And, erm, need to get cracking on the next installment, actually.)
It's Wednesday, which means it's time for another Gothic Charm School Tour Diary blog over at the Lip Service Webzine! (clicky-link!)
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After yesterday's post about how sometimes you just need to eat some ice cream, chocolate fig to be specific, a bunch of you were verrrry curious about said ice cream. It is made by Greek Gods Yogurt (clicky-link!), and it is fantastic. Tho' since I am now OUT of chocolate fig ice cream (woe!), I may wander up to the grocery store later on and try a different brand of chocolate-y goodness.
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I really need to work on the upcoming Gothic Charm School post with the advice everyone sent in for Goths of color. But I will admit, I'm feeling a bit nervous about it. This is an important thing, and I don't want to screw it up. I am well-aware of my status as a well-intentioned-but-clueless white lady, but I'm still worried I'll say the wrong thing inadvertently.
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Today involves writing (eep!), more closet-culling, and perhaps taking photos of the results of the closet-culling. And eventually going and liberating Trinian, our fluffy white cat, from the vet. We took her in yesterday to get a lion cut, and yes, I'll take pictures of her with her new haircut. Poor kitty.
Steampunk Tales Vol. 2 (clicky-link!) is now available for purchase, and hey guess what? I wrote a story for this issue! (And, erm, need to get cracking on the next installment, actually.)
It's Wednesday, which means it's time for another Gothic Charm School Tour Diary blog over at the Lip Service Webzine! (clicky-link!)
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After yesterday's post about how sometimes you just need to eat some ice cream, chocolate fig to be specific, a bunch of you were verrrry curious about said ice cream. It is made by Greek Gods Yogurt (clicky-link!), and it is fantastic. Tho' since I am now OUT of chocolate fig ice cream (woe!), I may wander up to the grocery store later on and try a different brand of chocolate-y goodness.
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I really need to work on the upcoming Gothic Charm School post with the advice everyone sent in for Goths of color. But I will admit, I'm feeling a bit nervous about it. This is an important thing, and I don't want to screw it up. I am well-aware of my status as a well-intentioned-but-clueless white lady, but I'm still worried I'll say the wrong thing inadvertently.
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Today involves writing (eep!), more closet-culling, and perhaps taking photos of the results of the closet-culling. And eventually going and liberating Trinian, our fluffy white cat, from the vet. We took her in yesterday to get a lion cut, and yes, I'll take pictures of her with her new haircut. Poor kitty.
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