I get * DM for Mister Kitty. I'm not sure if it is Hills or what since I threw the bag away. Freaking out, um...now. OK, think it is Purina. Calming down.
Say! look at you! You look just like me! We're very pretty.
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
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.
sarameg - Mar 30, 2007 6:07:11 pm PDT #9873 of 10001
tommyrot - Mar 30, 2007 6:17:12 pm PDT #9874 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
-t - Mar 30, 2007 6:19:48 pm PDT #9875 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
This week's Andy Barker, PI (a) is very funny and (b) features chicken fear. Good stuff!
Consuela - Mar 30, 2007 6:35:52 pm PDT #9876 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
I'm talking about wank in chat with Minnow. And boggling at the stupidity of fandom.
Have the Dog People asserted themselves yet?
Lee - Mar 30, 2007 6:38:44 pm PDT #9877 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I get * DM for Mister Kitty. I'm not sure if it is Hills or what since I threw the bag away. Freaking out, um...now. OK, think it is Purina. Calming down.
Sarameg, it's only one type of Hills Prescription, their MD, according to their web site, and it may have come from the same granary which may have caused the problem, or it may not have.
It's all so indefinite at this point that I am pretty okay with waiting until tomorrow when I talk to the vet
libkitty - Mar 30, 2007 8:00:12 pm PDT #9878 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Oh, man I remember that from Atlanta. You just don't see that in the North. They go on about pollen counts here and I just laugh and luagh.
I've seen this in Juneau and in Anchorage. In Anchorage, the cars were more likely to be covered in sticky aphid poo or cottonwood cotton, but pollen enough to change colors was not uncommon, at least some summers. In Juneau, I've seen huge clouds billow up from the trees on the mountain outside my office, and the channel was turned a sickly yellow/green color.
§ ita § - Mar 30, 2007 8:48:31 pm PDT #9879 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My problem with the chocolate penis is the dick. I don't want to see his dick. Ever. There are many dicks, often with owners whose names are not unfamiliar to me, that I don't want to see. His is right up there. So to speak.
I even watched all four episodes of her sitcom when it was on.
I loved Lush Life! The guy who played...dammit, who played...the guy who challenged Gunn for the leadership of his gang used to be on it, often in nothing but a towel.
Watched Shooter. Exactly what I paid for. He paid for. Whatever. Also had good ice cream and great dinner and a vodka gimlet obviously made with Rose's, but I wasn't going to let that spoil the evening--there was still tres leches cake to come.
Dammit. I have no blueberries for tomorrow's breakfast.
Cass - Mar 30, 2007 10:41:57 pm PDT #9880 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
My problem with the chocolate penis is the dick. I don't want to see his dick. Ever. There are many dicks, often with owners whose names are not unfamiliar to me, that I don't want to see. His is right up there. So to speak.Chocolate Jesus dick, yes? Because chocolate penis should really guarantee you the dick. But I don't need Jesus dick.
Also my socks have toes. Which is kinda weird. And has nothing to do with chocolate, Jesus, or penis. Just there's stuff between my toes.
Sheryl - Mar 31, 2007 5:09:37 am PDT #9881 of 10001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Kitty ~ma to Teddy!(as I try to type around my fuzzball)
A little later we will head to a friend's house for an anime party.
Lee - Mar 31, 2007 5:19:07 am PDT #9882 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Grrr. Stupid vet's office isn't answering their phone, even though they open at 8:00.