She's got the great outdoors to romp in, but chooses to do suicide runs in the cramped apartment.

Well, yeah. The great outdoors doesn't have the acoustics the apartment does.

Harvey loves to spin out on the wood floor. I mean, he really uses the slipperiness to full advantage. Even when he ends up sliding into things his attitude is "Again!"

Thunder is a handsome young fellow. If he is the right fit for your household, may he bring you many years of joy. And if he is not, may you know it swiftly, and may he find his right home soon.

Too much consumed snot makes me queasy. And being upright means it is more likely end up in my digestive tract than when prone.

Yep, I second this revolting feeling.

Acoustics, ahah, I should have realized that the thundering was an appealling part of the process for the cats. "Get the mouse, Murray!".

When I adopted Nunya, she was a rescue from some lady's garage, just barely weaned, and quite feral. She hissed and spit at me and we did not get along at all in the vet's office. She hated Ply on sight. Now she's my snuggle bunny who demands to get under the blankets with me and is the overeager socialite who Ply slobbers with affection even when bullied and overrun. I don't know what made me choose her other than desperation to get Ply a buddy so she'd stop harassing me to play with her constantly.

(OMG, I miss playing hide and seek where she'd attack my butt as I crawled around the house).

After sleeping most of the morning and some of the afternoon, I was feeling somewhat human, so when I realized that the neighbor's dog had already undone everything we had done to block off the hole under the fence, I walked over and asked if he could come play.

I think they had fun. [link]

Why wouldn't whipped cream for breakfast trigger it? And I swear, sometimes the dairy has been as small as milky tea--I THINK. Usually by the time I'm getting back to my desk from lunch.

The Blacklist was FUN. I definitely want more of that.

The Blacklist was FUN. I definitely want more of that.

Do you think the box is really Tom's, or was it planted by Zamani on Reddington's instructions?

Edited.

Apologies, I forgot the spoiler font.

I wish I knew how to talk about music. I can tell you, usually, why I like a given picture, but I fall head over heels for a song every 8 months (probably longer), and I have no fucking idea why. But I'm staring at Fun's We Are Young and it's almost as compelling as AWOLNATION's Sail, and I have no clue what I like or how to find more. If asked what kind of music I like, the answer has been Prince for 30 years. It's the most comprehensive answer.

A guy at work saw my artwork for the first time and may or may not have complimented me. He went on to talk about other people who are talented, so cubemate pointed out my shit again, and he said "I know, that's why I bring this up" but he didn't look twice at my stuff. People are funny.

But at least I finally got the artificial sweetener message across to my cubemate. Not sure how I'll convey nitrites to him.

Oh, googled, SPOILERS, I'm assuming, for Blacklist??

If I have yogurt for lunch (or anything super cheesy) I don't get clogged up until dinnertime. Delayed reaction. Not sure if it is intolerance or something else.

Lee, I think your neighbor's new dog has a playmate. Whether he likes it or not. And Charlie has a new best friend. So awesome.