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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2010-12-09T07:27:00</title>
    <published>2010-12-09T15:27:05Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Christian Kane, "Making Circles."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...the chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to find my iPod on the floor, still tethered to the computer.  Okay, whatever.  Things on the floor don't necessarily mean there's been feline intervention; last night I, personally, was responsible for my alarm clock, three pillows, a duvet, a stack of books, and three My Little Ponies hitting the floor.  (Myopic author attempts to navigate to the bathroom in dark house without donning glasses, film at eleven.)  So I didn't think much of it until I was walking to the bus stop, and discovered that I had no volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smacked the iPod.  I re-set my settings, which usually results in temporary deafness.  I smacked the iPod again.  And then, my sleep-addled brain finally reached the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, it would be a good idea to check the headphones.  The just-bought-last-week headphones, which had no reason to be malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  No reason except for the part where they'd been chewed clean through in three different spots.  Which is really a pretty good reason for them not to be transmitting sound, if you really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I muttered.  I swore.  I rode to San Francisco in silence, which was vexing, and proceeded straight into the nearest CVS, where twelve dollars united me with a brand-new pair of headphones that had not been eaten by a Maine Coon, and were thus happy to transmit sound if I wanted them to.  I am now wrapped in the warm embrace of the new Christian Kane album, and thus less inclined to make mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let this be a reminder: Kittens chew on things.  I always forget this in the long gaps between kittens, and then the kittens come into my life, and things get chewed all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn good thing they're cute.</content>
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