Kitties Picspam
For no reason at all! Kitties!
I'm starting to feel better. "Geoff Woade is feeling better, and is now ready to step back into society and start tossing his orb about." At least, after tomorrow. I am still calling in sick for tomorrow, Hollom-like (Shut up! No you shut up!) because I cannot scarcely crawl, alas. I no longer feel sick, but I feel very tired and listless. But overall, I feel BETTER! Amazing. It must have been the aardvark. I'm even about to EAT something! A potato!!!!! I might even open the rest of my presents, if I can work up the energy! I've only managed three so far!!!
By the way, I recently decided that my cats are like Jack and Stephen. (It's kind of like when I was a little girl and decided that EVERYTHING was like a family - a daddy, mommy and baby, even the carrots on my plate or crayons of different sizes. Now everything is Jack-and-Stephen.) I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which.
And now: kitties! A preview:
Gianni (Gianni Schicchi, my fatty lumpkin, my squirrel nutkin, my happy fat loveable snuggly friendly kitty that everyone loves)
Nemo (Nemorino, my handsome annoying ennui-filled reserved mysterious moody morose and more intelligent cat whom I secretly love best because... I feel that emotional bond with him, you know? He's more human than regular cats. Hence his occasional ill humor, I expect! Although he's gentler in play. Gianni, even though he's sweet and cuddly, is the one more likely to scratch me when playing.)
(Is that a pile of junk on the floor? Why no, Queenie, it ain't. It's several piles.)
Finally, a Christmas Tree Cats picture. Happy St. Stephen's day, and happy late Christmas!
I'm starting to feel better. "Geoff Woade is feeling better, and is now ready to step back into society and start tossing his orb about." At least, after tomorrow. I am still calling in sick for tomorrow, Hollom-like (Shut up! No you shut up!) because I cannot scarcely crawl, alas. I no longer feel sick, but I feel very tired and listless. But overall, I feel BETTER! Amazing. It must have been the aardvark. I'm even about to EAT something! A potato!!!!! I might even open the rest of my presents, if I can work up the energy! I've only managed three so far!!!
By the way, I recently decided that my cats are like Jack and Stephen. (It's kind of like when I was a little girl and decided that EVERYTHING was like a family - a daddy, mommy and baby, even the carrots on my plate or crayons of different sizes. Now everything is Jack-and-Stephen.) I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which.
And now: kitties! A preview:
Gianni (Gianni Schicchi, my fatty lumpkin, my squirrel nutkin, my happy fat loveable snuggly friendly kitty that everyone loves)
Nemo (Nemorino, my handsome annoying ennui-filled reserved mysterious moody morose and more intelligent cat whom I secretly love best because... I feel that emotional bond with him, you know? He's more human than regular cats. Hence his occasional ill humor, I expect! Although he's gentler in play. Gianni, even though he's sweet and cuddly, is the one more likely to scratch me when playing.)
(Is that a pile of junk on the floor? Why no, Queenie, it ain't. It's several piles.)
Finally, a Christmas Tree Cats picture. Happy St. Stephen's day, and happy late Christmas!