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So it has been a coon's age (whatever that means, a colloquialism from my modest upbringing) since I posted. I should speak up and let everyone know that I have not, indeed, been slain and consumed by my new kittens. I look at my LJ everyday, but lurk more than journal ( Read more... )

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A home isn't a home without kittehs. My home isn't, anyway. Since my dear Zaphod and Pippin departed last year, I have been healing and hoping for new friends to lavish with the love that my boys taught me to share.


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Zaphod has begun his Forever Nap. The best kitty and friend that I could hope for, I miss him terribly.

My AC croaked today, so I moved my kittehs and myself into a hotel. My poor lads were suffering at 88 degrees in my apartment by the time I found a place with room that would accept my cats. We're all very comfortable with the AC running and lots of new corners and under-beds to investigate. I'm going to go take a shower and a nap ( Read more... )

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Aren't they adorable? The casual observer might never guess
that ten minutes earlier, they were both zooming around the apartment,
exerting their dominance over innocent toy mice and limp socks.


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