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29 April 2010 @ 12:08 am
Not dead!  
Merely mildly homicidal. Don't ask. Miraculously, I am well on my way to actually finishing Fathers, so some good has come of it all.

Here, be distracted from by lack of content by a sweet kitten story (check out the third photo!), and a photo of one of my cats in the tunnel complex that, along with the rowing machine that Mr Brammers put in the place where my coffee table once featured, means my living room now resembles a commando training course and cannot even be attempted whilst drunk.

Still, Monster enjoys it, as you can see. Cookie is often to be found lurking in one of the offshoot tunnels in a bid to ambush Mon as she runs through the main ones. It's like guerrilla warfare waged really quietly and ridiculously cutely.

And finally, here's Gareth David-Lloyd with treacle_tartlet's wee Tartlette Squish.

While I liked his girlfriend a lot more than him, he was very sweet when around the baby and the guide dog, so I suspect he just is an awkward prick when it comes to dealing with fame and fans, which is fair enough and would explain why he has such a nice girlfriend. He was singing the Magic Dance song from Labyrinth as this was taken, which I have to confess made me like him more. All babies should be dressed like burglars and surrounded by goblins!
bonfoi: calvinbonfoi on April 30th, 2010 01:06 am (UTC)
You live an interesting life.

All I did was take two bus rides of 14 hours North and then South. I came home to my young cat in such a loving mood, he was plastered to my thigh for three hours. My eldest just looked at me, at the food dish and then back at me, over and over.