New and exciting, behind the cut!
Or maybe just more pictures of my cats, who knows.
Oh Noes! Mojo has invaded Tiny's secret place above the refrigerator! (Well, okay, not totally secret, because Tiny can't jump up there by himself, so he has to stand by the fridge and cry until I lift him up. But once he's up I pretend I can't see him.) (I mean, until he cries to get back down.)
I wish I knew how to photograph my cats so that they wouldn't always come out looking like either
blurry black lumps or demons from the DEATH LAZOR DIMENSION!!!1! You can hardly see their little faces here, but they pretty much look exactly like that at all times, no matter what's going on or how they actually feel about it: Tiny, freaked out; Mo, like he might cut you.
And with that I am officially in the third stage of my livejournal cycle: 1. Can't think of anything anyone would ever want to either write or read about. 2. Can think of things to write about; make long lists of things to write about; do not write about any of them. 3. Ah, to hell with it. Cat pictures!