My ward is a worthless minute, whimpering feline.

My incongruous lover lieutenant, an indolent other.

I demand fur collars, wit, ridiculously extravagant and nonetheless failed acts of terrorism vandalism, or compensation.

Something good need be born of this day.

As for the lesser creatures, well... certainly, we can pursue to accommodate ( Read more... )

Remaining adults - best run now.

And He called the children unto Himself...

...children, come here.

I've kind hands, and lace, and oranges. I shall care for you.

[ooc: alas, too... overwhelmed by Ze WTF and Ze Cute alike for verbosity!]

...ever so sorry, and still:

EVERY TIME YOU EMPLOY WORDS NOT OF MY LIKING


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