It's the 18th here, and the birthday of my cousin, whose house I'm staying at this week.
I don't have fic in me right now (or, at least, nothing that I could post and not anything that I imagine many people want to read) so here, have some cat pictures and a poem:
Say hello to Maladicta:

And Smokey:

They are sisters of the same litter, from out 'west', and they're six years old (or thereabouts).

They have adorableness down to an art form:

They are really very cute...

As in, very very cute...

As in, unbe-freakingly-adorbsable...

Smokey has what I call aggressive cuteness.
She's a Bag Lady...

...a Trash Kitteh...

...and on the Bucket List...

Meanwhile Mal has a sweet and hopeful face, and is extremely skilled in the ways of interrupting human activities.
...climbing into my lap...

...interrupting my sewing...

...or just sitting in front of the keyboard when I want to use the computer.

I love them, and they love me very much.

Very very much.

Very very very much...

We r da katz
With furre so plush,
When dinna serve
To noms we rush.
Our mummy sittes
Down wen it's eve
We claim the lappe
Neva to leave
I don't have fic in me right now (or, at least, nothing that I could post and not anything that I imagine many people want to read) so here, have some cat pictures and a poem:
Say hello to Maladicta:

And Smokey:

They are sisters of the same litter, from out 'west', and they're six years old (or thereabouts).

They have adorableness down to an art form:

They are really very cute...

As in, very very cute...

As in, unbe-freakingly-adorbsable...

Smokey has what I call aggressive cuteness.
She's a Bag Lady...

...a Trash Kitteh...

...and on the Bucket List...

Meanwhile Mal has a sweet and hopeful face, and is extremely skilled in the ways of interrupting human activities.
...climbing into my lap...

...interrupting my sewing...

...or just sitting in front of the keyboard when I want to use the computer.

I love them, and they love me very much.

Very very much.

Very very very much...

We r da katz
With furre so plush,
When dinna serve
To noms we rush.
Our mummy sittes
Down wen it's eve
We claim the lappe
Neva to leave
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Thank you for sharing your pics and I love the poem! :D
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