Switch had a brief, very torrid affair with a fuzzy white glove of mine for a while.
I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.
Giles ,'Chosen'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Amy - Feb 03, 2012 5:36:33 pm PST #20167 of 30001
Because books.
Ginger - Feb 03, 2012 5:36:50 pm PST #20168 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
My mother has been depressed for years. She won't admit it. She hates pills.
Aims - Feb 03, 2012 5:40:49 pm PST #20169 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
My sister's rabbit had several girlfriends of the stuffed variety.
sarameg - Feb 03, 2012 5:42:55 pm PST #20170 of 30001
Oh god, rabbits are the worst in regards to that. There's a reason the phrase "scrumping like bunnies" exists. Doesn't matter if they are missing all the pieces, the drive is still there.
§ ita § - Feb 03, 2012 5:46:31 pm PST #20171 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
We had a cat (I know--everyone but me in the apartment had a cat. I just had a room) who loved elbows. Freakish fuck. Like, you didn't have to be wearing the piece of clothing, but he'd find the elbows and knead and frottage and just disgusting.
My mother seems to be handling the cancer fiercely right now. I'm not sure that's the healthiest, but it's way better than many of the alternatives. I'm wondering if they explode at each other and don't tell me, because they all seem to be insane about everything. My sister is pretty much forcefeeding her, my father is totally coddling, and she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.
Lee - Feb 03, 2012 5:48:57 pm PST #20172 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My mother seems to be handling the cancer fiercely right now. I'm not sure that's the healthiest, but it's way better than many of the alternatives. I'm wondering if they explode at each other and don't tell me, because they all seem to be insane about everything. My sister is pretty much forcefeeding her, my father is totally coddling, and she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.
From my perspective (which is admittedly not as a family member of a cancer patient), good for her!
Connie Neil - Feb 03, 2012 5:49:28 pm PST #20173 of 30001
brillig
Percy the Emo Cat is having an inappropriate relationship with a green plushy blanket on the couch
Amon had the same sort of reaction to a red plush blanket. We convinced ourselves that the occasional damp spot was from drool.
Zenkitty - Feb 03, 2012 5:50:31 pm PST #20174 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Leo kneads on and snuggles his face on the plushy blankets, too, especially if I'm under one of them. But he doesn't get all humpy.
The real downside of Percy's love is the fluffy green bits all over the floor and the couch.
Ginger - Feb 03, 2012 5:51:05 pm PST #20175 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.
I'm with her. The only way I could keep at least a tenuous grasp on sanity was to deal with things my way.
Lee - Feb 03, 2012 5:53:24 pm PST #20176 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
In things that made my day better--I found someone in Redwood City who did electrical work and plumbing and handyman work and had good ratings on Angie's list, so I hired him to come in and fix a few things and do a few things like put up curtain rods and the towel rack that I could do but wouldn't for months and now my house love is back full force!