Willow ,'Bring On The Night'
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.
Team Zmayhem is home from two overlapping five y.o. birthday parties and we are wiped.
Birthday party #1 began at 10:30am (brunch, magician), then we drove to party #2 at 12:15 (park, dogs, cupcakes, sporty play), get there at 12:45 and it was still going and lasted until 3ish at Lafayette Park (which is a beautiful park high up on a hill that was featured prominently in Tales of the City (PBS)).
A picture of a tiny tortoise trying to eat a strawberry that's almost as big as it is: [link]
Mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
A picture of a tiny tortoise trying to eat a strawberry that's almost as big as it is
OMG, that's awesome.
Liese, if you're around, insent to your profile address.
6 Adorable Cat Behaviors With Shockingly Evil Explanations
I knew most of these.
I knew all of them. Though I question the sanity of anyone who thinks #s 5 and 3 are adorable (but I guess "4 Adorable Cat Behaviors With Shockingly Evil Explanations, Plus Two Obviously Evil Behaviors, One Of Which Is Also Disgusting And The Other Seriously Creepifying" wouldn't have been such a catchy title).
They also left the absolutely most adorable behavior completely off the list -- that soft, wistful little peeping sound an indoor cat makes while gazing longingly out the window at birds on a wire, which sounds achingly cute but actually means, "Please, please let me kill them." Even though I knew exactly what it meant, it was just so cartoonishly plaintive it still made my heart go all gooey every time my cats did it.
And now I don't know what to think of my cat Toby, who stayed neurotically glued to me day and night, crawling under the covers with me and sleeping in my laundry pile when I was out and even sticking his nose in my mouth whenever I yawned so he could sniff my breath. He not only didn't seem to be repulsed by my human stink, he seemed to need it more than life itself. Really, it was more than a little unnerving to be craved that deeply by, well, anything; but oh, how I miss him.
Cats don't lick themselves to get the human stink off. Mine don't go clean themselves after I pet them. If they hated their humans' smell, they wouldn't lie in our shoes. I think the guy in question is ruffling their fur up, and they're grooming to get it to lie straight again. Which is basically my reaction, with or without claws, when someone messes with my hair, too.
...sorry about Toby, JZ.
I had to go into Santa Monica to pay my epically late rent, and while running other errands learnt two new things are illegal in that city--single use plastic shopping bags and leafblowers. Truly, it is the promised land, and we should all move there.
Without single-use plastic bags, what do people use to pick up their dog's poop and clean their catboxes?
If they also outlaw noise pollution in the form of car stereos cranked to 42, I might be tempted to move there myself.