Yeah. He's my hero.

Mal ,'The Train Job'


Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Laura - Aug 14, 2007 9:47:12 am PDT #1349 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Go Cashmere! Well done.


askye - Aug 14, 2007 9:48:47 am PDT #1350 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

Anna is strictly indoors. When we got her Mom had her declawed and spayed at the same time. So she couldn't go out unattended anyway. Then I lived on several busy streets and there was no way I was letting her outside, although she managed to escape once or twice.

My yard is fenced and occasionally I thoght she might like some supervised outdoor time, but there's a dog next door and I'm worried the barking would freak her out (she's rather skittish and easily freaked out). It would be nice to be able to sit outside and brush her and let the wind carry her fur away.

Mom's cat is pure bred ragdoll, a breed that should be exclusively indoors, but his previous owner let him be indoor/outdoor and there has been no way Mom could keep him inside. Although he usually likes to spend his time on the balcony he will start racing around when he wants out. He's gotten in fights with the neighborhood cats, including losing sight in one eye, so Mom would really rather he be indoors but he won't cooperate.


Katerina Bee - Aug 14, 2007 9:54:03 am PDT #1351 of 10001
Herding cats for fun

Yay for less back pain, Cashmere. That's a heckuva feeling IMHO.


sj - Aug 14, 2007 9:54:51 am PDT #1352 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Owen literally comes up to me in the morning, tries to put my shoes on me and says, "Go to the gym, Mommy!" He's like my personal trainer.

This is too cute! Go you with the physical fitness, Cashmere!


Vortex - Aug 14, 2007 10:06:19 am PDT #1353 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

He had been invited to her home afterward for coffee and cake by her father, a Newark fire chief. “I fell in love so hard I didn’t go home,” Rizzuto recalled. He rented a hotel room nearby for a month to be near her.

awwwww! I just remember his commercials for The Money Store (conspicuously absent from the obit)


amych - Aug 14, 2007 10:15:51 am PDT #1354 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Sad about Scooter. Somewhere at home I have a book of his baseball commentaries transcribed into poetry -- I'll have to dig that out tonight, since IIRC some of it's actually quite decent.


Laga - Aug 14, 2007 10:22:51 am PDT #1355 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I should be packing. I'm making oatmeal.


Toddson - Aug 14, 2007 10:32:23 am PDT #1356 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Laura, I knew someone who lived in Florida who said they couldn't have dog doors (he had a beagle) - there was a danger that an alligator would use it to come in.


Stephanie - Aug 14, 2007 10:45:36 am PDT #1357 of 10001
Trust my rage

So, this new Hurricane Dean is headed straight for PR at the moment. Actually, it's still just a tropical storm at the moment. I am very curious because I've never experienced a hurricane before (except the remnants when they would make NC rainy for a few days). I'm also very nervous if the hurricane hits, there's absolutely no where to go (living on an island and all).

Joe's going to check out the generator this weekend just in case.

eta: oh, and we've never had cats, but there are tons of very savvy feral cats around here. They seem to do very well outside, but I guess I would be nervous if I cared about one of them as a pet.


juliana - Aug 14, 2007 10:47:00 am PDT #1358 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

the difference in my back is what's so amazing. I feel just much better in general.

YAY!!! And cutiehead Owen!