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In honour(?) of the Olympic Spirit(TM), my current crochet project is a pair of Salute to Putin gloves. I’ll be able to finish them when the rainbow yarn I ordered arrives.
And, below the fold, a Fiona photobomb because I know you want more Fiona.
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The mouse contains some kind of electronic accelerometer thingmy that makes a high-pitched beeping/squeaking noise when it gets jerked around. Fiona will chase it until she’s panting.
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When I learned Lilith was dying, I felt like my heart was going to implode. The only thing that seemed to keep enough outward pressure was knowing that there would be another cat to love after she was gone, so I became the cause of probably 25% of the web traffic for the local Humane Society, looking for just the right cat to be next in my heart. There were two candidates originally, both selected because their profiles mentioned them getting along well with other cats. One got adopted in less than a week, long before Lilith vacated her position; the other just lingered and lingered and I couldn’t figure out why when she was so pretty and was described as totally sweet.
After Lilith died, I went to the Humane Society and met this candidate, and she snuggled into my arms and scent marked my cheek with hers. I fell all googly-eyed in love. Arb sighed melancholically because more cats means more vacuuming, and this one is long-haired and all white. Love prevailed, and I brought her home last night and named her Fiona.
Here are her first moments exploring the room where we’re keeping her while she and V-Kitten get to know one another by hissing under the door.
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Arb and I are now down to only one cat. This is how I’ll remember Lilith
Not long after her boneless lying in the sun picture, we started noticing Lilith was losing weight. And then her coat turned nasty like she wasn’t grooming herself properly, so it was vet time pronto. I assumed it was just worms again, since Lilith hunts and hunting cats tend to get whatever parasites infest their prey.
As it turns out, Lilith had lost a whole lot of weight, and it was only the last rapid bit we’d noticed. Read the rest of this entry »
Cats are such regal creatures, all elegance in motion… and then there’s V at rest. I swear he does have the usual number of legs and joints and bones.
Since there was hail coming out of it, this can be assumed to be a shelf cloud, not a wall cloud, which would have been found in the rain-free part of the cloud. Apparently I didn’t need to get quite as excited as I did.
Here is Shadow, getting a belly rub from the Arbourist. This belly, you can pet safely, but she only shares it with her special people.
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