We are who we are, we love who we love. Goodnight, world.
This is a rare thing which I am sharing with you; a moment of peace and tranquility the likes of which happens only for a few seconds at a time, and even then, only when the moon is right, and the tide is low, and the world holds its breath.
Behold:
That's Alice closest to camera, with Thomas in the middle, and Lilly on the end. As is always the case with me, the picture is a few weeks old at this point; Thomas is almost twice as big now as he was when this picture was taken (I think shortly after Arisia).
I hope that all is well in your world, and that something makes you as happy as these three balls of vicious blue fluff make me.
Until last August when my Sam passed on, I had two cats who didn't seem to care much for each other. Correction -- Sam kept trying to play with my girl cat, but she spurned him. But then I would find them curled up next to each other on the bed or couch, and then just die of squee. And my silly girl would wake up, hiss at Sam, as if to keep up appearances of being enemies for my sake.
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March 17 2011, 21:30:55 UTC 6 years ago
Cats are silly. And wonderful.