Hell-Cats!

Jan. 27th, 2005 02:17 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I seem to be doing a lot of cat posts. You will, of course, forgive me.

My cats have this thing they do every morning. I wake up, stagger out to the bathroom, then stagger back into bed and lie there for another half an hour. Sometimes I read, sometimes I just doze. While I do this, the cats come in and take turns purring and rubbing against me. They do it tag-team style, and each tags the other in with a brutal round of hissing and snarling.

Yes, they fight over me. Specifically, my belly, which is the warmest, comfiest spot on The Mother.

Generally, the Mocus wins, which is why it didn't surprise me to wake up this morning with her crouched on my chest like some horrible, primordial beast from a Frazetta painting, only much smaller and stinkier. She lay there and just kind of breathed in my face, with the kind of cat-halitosis that says "feed me."

"Geroff!" I growled, and she obliged by flashing her fat cat ass in my face, then leaping off the side of the bed.

I only realized things were amiss when I attempted to sit up, whereupon I discovered that I was bound tight to the mattress.

Here's where it gets weird. )

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Hell-Cats!

Jan. 27th, 2005 02:17 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I seem to be doing a lot of cat posts. You will, of course, forgive me.

My cats have this thing they do every morning. I wake up, stagger out to the bathroom, then stagger back into bed and lie there for another half an hour. Sometimes I read, sometimes I just doze. While I do this, the cats come in and take turns purring and rubbing against me. They do it tag-team style, and each tags the other in with a brutal round of hissing and snarling.

Yes, they fight over me. Specifically, my belly, which is the warmest, comfiest spot on The Mother.

Generally, the Mocus wins, which is why it didn't surprise me to wake up this morning with her crouched on my chest like some horrible, primordial beast from a Frazetta painting, only much smaller and stinkier. She lay there and just kind of breathed in my face, with the kind of cat-halitosis that says "feed me."

"Geroff!" I growled, and she obliged by flashing her fat cat ass in my face, then leaping off the side of the bed.

I only realized things were amiss when I attempted to sit up, whereupon I discovered that I was bound tight to the mattress.

Here's where it gets weird. )

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(Hope you enjoyed my little slice of surreality.)

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naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I'm so doing this! (If I remember.)

Spread from everywhere:

January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carrol, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore.

I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics.

Are your pets talking back at you now? Has your child suddenly grown to full adulthood? Does everyone at work think you're someone else now? Did Bush step down from the White House to become a pro-circuit tap-dancer? Did Zoroastrian missionaries show up on your doorstep with literature in 3-D? Have you been placed under house arrest by bizarre insectoid women wielding clubs made of lunchmeat?

Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.

This only works if you spread the word, so get it out there!

Edit: This was not my idea, much as I would love to take credit for it. Like I said, I took it from everywhere. It's all over my f-list.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I'm so doing this! (If I remember.)

Spread from everywhere:

January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carrol, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore.

I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics.

Are your pets talking back at you now? Has your child suddenly grown to full adulthood? Does everyone at work think you're someone else now? Did Bush step down from the White House to become a pro-circuit tap-dancer? Did Zoroastrian missionaries show up on your doorstep with literature in 3-D? Have you been placed under house arrest by bizarre insectoid women wielding clubs made of lunchmeat?

Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.

This only works if you spread the word, so get it out there!

Edit: This was not my idea, much as I would love to take credit for it. Like I said, I took it from everywhere. It's all over my f-list.

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