I recently realized that all of these animal cams are the actual manifestation of the Puppy Channel, of This American Life fame (?)!
I've had the same thought! Dude was ahead of his time.
Yay for awesome interview, Scrappy!
'Objects In Space'
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I recently realized that all of these animal cams are the actual manifestation of the Puppy Channel, of This American Life fame (?)!
I've had the same thought! Dude was ahead of his time.
Yay for awesome interview, Scrappy!
Yay, Scrappy!
I would guess so, Jess.
Woooo, Scrappy!
That sounds right, Jess.
Things crossed, Scrappy!
Motley colored kittens I don't need to see! I've got my own (though she's more defined: [link] )
Man, Devi's absence is loud and palpable. P & L greet me at the door too, but Dev & I had a routine. And she'd always yammer away about her day (me. Me! MEEEE! Trill whirr meee!) and wait for me to carry her to the food dish. For 16 years. Minus 4 months. Lokes and the Pumpk aren't as conversational (unless they want something.) I miss it.
Aw, Sara, I'm sorry.
Of course, now Loki is all over me in his typical fashion, crawling up my body and flopping tight against me, tucking his head into my neck in a bid for petting. He can't read, but apparently can read me.
Fewer things are as lovely as Shadow demanding to be picked up and then slamming his head against your shoulder to demand power cuddling.
Sorry, sara.
I had turned the heat down earlier this week, and woke up to Ply shoving my foot (which was poking out from the blanket) back under her chest so she could maximize the shared body heat. I felt bad but it was also spectacularly adorable. Ply can add foot-wrestling to her resume. Nunya is also more adamant about affection, so when I have a sleepy lie-in and smoosh Ply, Nunya gets confused and jealous and pokes at me until Ply ups and leaves. This time I was smooshing Nunya and reached out to at least lay a finger on Ply so she wouldn't feel left out, and she shoved at me like Nunya does (and she has never done) and gave me the most affectionate gaze, which she has also never done in her eight or nine years, all smush-faced on the blankets. My ladies.
Sometimes I borrow trouble and imagine life without my girls, and of course then cry a lot.
Mmmm, homemade French onion soup. I love my Hubby.