Item #368402 from the "damn, my cat is weird" file: Ozzie has decided that he, not my laptop, should be in my lap, so he is resting as much in my lap as he can. In order to make sure I know he is there, he keeps licking me, and then, when that is ignored, resting his teeth against my skin. He's not biting-- just letting me know he could.
I'm not sure how old he is, but I heard him use the word 'newfangled' one time, so he's gotta be pretty far gone.
Dawn ,'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lee - Oct 23, 2005 6:15:00 pm PDT #127 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Beverly - Oct 23, 2005 6:25:12 pm PDT #128 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Awww. Skritch Ozzie for me. I miss his grey poufiness. And I miss his lovely catstaff, too. Curse this damned geography!
aurelia - Oct 23, 2005 6:31:32 pm PDT #129 of 10003
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Woo! Cold and wet, but happy on the South Side!
Perkins, I think he's got the teeth ready just in case you decide to play PBJ Time.
Lee - Oct 23, 2005 6:36:11 pm PDT #130 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Now would I do something like that?
Will do, Bev.
Lee - Oct 23, 2005 6:50:59 pm PDT #131 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
More Coldwater creek stuff. Love these: [link]
Almare - Oct 23, 2005 6:52:18 pm PDT #132 of 10003
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
....Gwen apologized for trying to cook the rabbits. She brought me dinner, cooked with pork. of course when I tried to explain that I don't eat pork, she laughed and said, "Don't be silly. Only Jews do weird things like that. Unless you're allergic." I just went with the allergy thing and am now short sheeting her (and Marc's) bed. It's petty, it's vindictive, and I've bought an awful gaudy menorah with their credit card on EBay. Marc still thinks the racism is a cute joke. One day I will send him to nice people who will teach him not to be an idiot. In the meanwhile, I will try actively not to kill his girlfriend.
It's really hard.
§ ita § - Oct 23, 2005 6:53:34 pm PDT #133 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
SailAweigh - Oct 23, 2005 7:01:46 pm PDT #134 of 10003
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Hmm, now I'm trying to imagine Ozzie with a mouse plugged into him. I think you'd be doing a lot of touchpadding with an Ozzietop.
P.M. Marc - Oct 23, 2005 7:03:08 pm PDT #135 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Ozzie needs hugs!
Lee - Oct 23, 2005 7:08:05 pm PDT #136 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ozzie needs valium.