Invasion of the Small Fluffy Ginger Thing.

[aelia]

He is little over six weeks old, has been in this house for a grand total of three days and he already rules us with an iron paw.

Currently named Remy but so far he has also answered to a number of variations of 'shithead', usually preceeded by the words 'get back here you little'. He likes to get into places that are coated in dust, get stuck and then mew piteously until one of his minions rescues him.







(So apparently crochet hooks are evil and must be killed.









Still working on the flowers, even if I have been distracted by vases in which to put flowers in (somebody tell me not to even think about making things look like glass, please?...of course seeing as though TSR is made of suck and fail it does not matter that once again I fail at monthly deadlines ><), obsessively makings hats IRL and equally obsessively and somewhat embarrassingly, playing Harvest Moon. It is a hilariously wierd game, though I kinda wish they'd stuck with the HMDS/Cute pixel graphics. I miss pixel games.

BRB, sleeping off the last of this fucking lurgy.

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[aelia]

Haha, we've all of us been spontaneously bursting into the kind of babytalk that would make a sensible person ill XD

(Pesty is certainly the word :P He spent the entire day today attempting to get himself shut in the fridge. I'm afraid we don't quite see eye-to-eye with him on the subject of kittuns in the meat tray)

Heh, my childhood was spent in glorious possession of the Sega Megadrive and a ancient Donkey Kong Game-and-Watch that my Dad gave to me. 3D games are excellent to be sure, but I think a certain charm has been lost.