My new foster kitty! This is Woo Woo. Well, that's the name she came with. Her parents are Mr. & Mrs. Woo. Dad was a full-blood Himalayan and mom was a Siamese/Snowshoe mix. I've got her to try to socialize her because at her first adoption event for the shelter, she was hissing, spitting, clawing and biting. I've renamed her Witch Hazel (or just Hazel to her friends). Partially because it fits and partially because I don't care how much baby-talking she gets, I'm not calling her 'Woo-woo.' Just. no.

( Picture of Her Royal Highness! )

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This is an interesting article that my wife pointed out to me.  It talks about the film Son of Rambow, which was made in Great Britian, but goes into much more depth about the psychology of the Rambo / Rocky films, and the departure of Rambo from the novel it was inspired by.  There's a lot of thought-provoking things said in this article.  I highly recommend it.

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Current Mood: thoughtful

Dear GG,
I'm sorry I threw you in the sink but I didn't want you to puke on the carpet.
I'm glad your feeling better now.
I'm sorry mum fed you raw hamburger.

Dear Taz, Oxford, Macro, and Pistol (but especially Oxford, because I'm the one that scoops your poop, I know what it looks like),

Thanks so much, darling children, for shitting all over the carpet while we were on vacation. I guess we were too trusting to think that you guys could spend 48 hours without human supervision. And we know you did it for attention, because the boxes got scooped right before we left and you hid it in plain sight. Seriously, cats, what the fuck? It's not the first time you've been left alone and while we could have had Grandma over to check in on you, we figured you could entertain one another well enough so she wouldn't have to drive an hour here and back. You've stayed home alone before for even longer periods of time. At least you were self-aware enough to stay away from the bed last night, knowing that your affection was not required after an hour of steam-cleaning and swearing.

Oh, and real smooth move, crapping in your own cat bed too. Very smart. This, children, is why you will never get the vote.

No love,
Mom and Dad

P.S. Seriously what the fuck

I am terrified of spiders. My wife is terrified by house centipedes.

This morning, we found a house centipede lurking over the TV, so large and furry it looked like a gigantic eyebrow. I squashed it.

It was very fat. House centipedes hunt spiders. And it occurred to me that I'd seen no spiders for the past six months.

I don't want to be rooting for the centipedes. I'd rather we had no creepy-crawlies. But if we have to have one dominant, I'd rather it be the one that doesn't make me shriek like a small child.

Alas, this puts me at odds with Gini, the bold spider-killer. Her position is being rendered obsolete by walking ribcages that make her shriek.

In truth, Gini is much cuddlier than a centipede, though less effective. But I'm not sure I can have both in the same house.

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http://www.cartoonlabs.com/comics/index.php?date=2009-11-09&show=sinfest

Sinfest
Tatsuya Ishida

Me: "Sometimes, I wonder how many women I could satisfy simultaneously in bed."

Gini: "Well, you have two hands..."

Me: "I think six."

Gini: "...are you counting your FEET?"

Me: "Yeah. I'd have to wear a harness, though. Like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. Just for position's sake."

Gini: "You had damn well better cut your toenails short."

Me: "No, no, I'd wear flippers of some kind. Mind you, I'm not saying the women in the lower quadrant are going to have a mind-blowing experience, but I think I could, you know... Well, once, anyway."

Gini: "Are you looking for simultaneous orgasm here?"

Me: "Hey, I'm not crazy."

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Dear Tie Dye,

I am so sorry, Your Highness, that I subjected you to the indignity of a bath, but your poo foot and tail uck had reached an uncomfortable level for all of us. I had to do something. Thank you for not scarring me as you did during your flea bath back in August. With luck, we won't need to do that again and we'll both feel much better about life in general.

So sorry again,
The Warm Lap

&$*^*%#_&()_* Rumble!
My nipple is NOT for you to play with.

Also, my nose is NOT your personal foot warmer.

Knock it off or there's a career as a pair of slippers* on your horizon, I swear to Dog!

I do love you, though,
The Thing You Smother to Sleep On

*(No, he will not become fur clothing, but boy is it a tempting idea waking up with a cat paw in my mouth at 3AM!)

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Current Mood: groggy
Current Music: *purr purr purr purr*

http://www.cartoonlabs.com/comics/index.php?date=2009-11-08&show=sinfest

Sinfest
Tatsuya Ishida