The pregnant kitty has been caught.  But as of the 16th, she is no longer a pregnant kitty:  Four tiny adorable little black kittens; two girls, two boys.  (There was a little silver tabby, too...but he didn't make it.  We're not sure if he was stillborn, or if Mamakitty just stepped on him ( Read more... )

Monkey may not move out after all.  (For one thing, misterfenris took off, so he doesn't have that to complain about.  For another, there's drama with his sister and her daughter's father.)  We're going to try to get alakaizer in anyway ( Read more... )

Monkey is moving out...and being a complete ass, and making it clear that he doesn't give a damn if we lose the house over his little temper tantrum.  (Of course...it's no skin off of his nose.  Bitch.)  The Stepford Wife is being weird about alakaizer moving in (stupididty happened with his job ( Read more... )

Well, misterfenris is leaving town...and Monkey's probably moving out.  alakaizer might move in...but what with my job SUCKING, there's still an issue with my income unless I get one of these other two jobs I'm looking at.  AAARRRRGHHHHHHH ( Read more... )

fivirlutro got another contact number for T.W. and Rowan.  Dipstick felt the need to inform him that T.W. was engaged (in other words, no "Winchester Cathedral" yet) and had a child.  So...fivirlutro had to inform him that LittleWolf was part of the reason that I was trying to contact them.

So...I snarled to fivirlutro that Dippy had me grossly misjudged, was impugning both my ( Read more... )

I tried to get ahold of T.W. and Rowan on Mother's Day.

No luck.  It seems T.W.'s cell phone-the only contact number I had for them-was down.

Tried again two days ago, on the off chance that he'd gotten the phone working again.

Again, no luck.

Damn.

Additionally, my job sucks.  And Monkey is acting very weird.

I'd been meaning to call T.W. and see how he, Rowan, and LittleWolf were doing.  Well, that didn't happen...because I saw T.W. on the 9th.

Ye gods.  The poor guy looked like something that the cat dragged in.  He was unshaven, hollow-eyed, had lost at least twenty pounds, and seemed to have aged five years since last November.  I almost didn't ( Read more... )

According to the World's Smallest Political Quiz, I should be voting Libertarian.  (Hell with that; I'm nonpartisan and intend to stay that way.)

Ursa brought her little son (hereafter BabyBear) up to visit.  Despite what the Stepford Wife may claim, he does not look like Winston Churchill.  He looks like a baby.  A cute baby.

One of my co-workers threw a hissy fit at me yesterday.  On account of my mistaking her friend for a twelve-year-old, no less.  Not only does her reaction seem ( Read more... )

T.W. and Rowan's son (hereafter LittleWolf, which is a loose translation of his real name) has been diagnosed with osteogenesis imperfecta.  He's only four months old, and his legs have gotten broken three times already.

Poor little guy.