MY MUG. MY MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGG. It arrivede! Action shots taken at my parents' place (as you may be able to tell from the tacky-and-oh-so-trendy decor). This mug has two settings: Hornysmug and dorkglee.
Mister Master says "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." He likes some hot chocolate with his turban.
On the other side of the mug, Ten is still idiotically happy, as if he's about to jump out and go and pouncehuggle the Master any moment. I NEVER TIRE OF THEIR WEE FACES.
Yes, yes, I know I posted about the mugs before, but I'm so glad I finally have one of my own:):):):).
In other news, Noki got %¤ing sneezy and hot again and now the vet has put her on some more antibiotics. They reckon it might be the crazy stress from the renovation noise that keeps re-triggering the cat flu:(. And I hate the fact that there's not much that can be done about it, besides the antibiotics. She's fine and happy and bouncy on them, though, but it's lame that the sneezing keeps coming back every time she comes off them:/. The total for the vet bills and the medications and such from December until now is around... oh, 350 euros or so. Although that's nothing, absolutely nothing in comparison to the mental "tax" of worrying about my little friend. (And um, sorry if that was crappy English. I'm insanely tired and can't formulate sentences right now).
Anyway. Have mug. Have cat. Cat has meds. Have builders working overtime outside. Have noisy twunts for neighbours. Have earplugs. Will try to get some sleeps.