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[Oct. 22nd, 2009|11:52 pm] |
When I was out poking through one of my favorite thirft stores, I found tucked into a little back corner in a pen a Bernina serger for a whole thirty bucks. I just got it back from having it checked out at the local Bernina repair shop (seriously. they have stores that specialize in that and that only....) and the new machine has a clean bill of health! Havign it checked and cleaned out actually cost more than the machine itself.
Now I have to get those little coney spooley things, and... learn to actually operate it. But if anyone needs a friend with a serger? Oh man. I am that person now.
Also, phone eaten by a vengeful god. Switching plans presentl because the iphone looks tasty. Sorry to anyone who's been trying to contact my old phone's unringing corpse. |
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| Poor neglected journal thing... |
[Sep. 20th, 2009|12:40 am] |
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I've already talked to a little heap of my friends about this, but in case anyone needed a reminder on the date or I just plain neglected to mention it to you because I am morally opposed to sending out mass texts (or just because I suck)....
The Church is holding a big fasion show event thing that I'm modeling in. It's also supposedly going to be a great big happy fun shin dig, which is why I'm inviting people to come (as opposed to just fanning my own vanity) I'm promoting stuff from Hot Topic and Knockout Vintage, which seem to have very different feels, so I'm interested in what makeup they are going to try to put on my face. I go in to have my outfits put together and fitted for Hot Topic tomorrow. I am hoping they go more "Poof! The Lip Service fairy has visited you this day! Go forth and wear pleated vinyl!" And less "You look like a member of team Jacob." but either way it should be exciting times.
Anyway. They have a myspace! Behold! http://www.myspace.com/ariesautumnmoon Let me know if you are showing up so I can look for you because I never bother to bring my cell phone in there because who has pockets on club wear anyways?
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[Oct. 2nd, 2008|08:19 pm] |
Dear Chick-fil-a,
The cows aren't funny anymore. Please move on to a new add campaign.
Singerely,
-Gren |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|11:06 am] |
Naturally, I have in the past engaged in the American pastime of looking at pictures of skin lesions on people to gross myself out. Well, now I've got one all of my own, and it's really not as bad as my imagination made it out to be. Current theory from the doc is it's some miscelaneous spider bite that got all infected and goo filled (But it looks special enough that she's sending off some of my goo to get cultures made of it. You get super doctor lovin anytime any part of you turns green) So I got some antibiotics that smell like boiled eggs (gross!) and some codiene that my body metabolizes before it really does anything for me (Um, at least they're good at making me drowsy before bed?) and I get to mostly just hang out and redress my arm every time my super awesome Batman bad aids get all nasty looking. I'm also using it as an excuse to eat a lot of steak, since my body seems determined to shove every white blood cell it can find out of my arm.
As fas as the pain of having a bis nasty hole in my skin, it's mostly a dull ache. Even poking it directly has about the same amount of pain as poking a pretty harsh bruise. That's pretty much what I wanted to share. When your body decdes to unzip at itself to spite you, it's not as bad as like, someone cutting the chunk out of you.
Time for more beef! |
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| On journaling my thoughts rather than my life |
[Jun. 18th, 2008|02:42 am] |
There was a Chirstmas many many years ago, where I lived the childhood dream, snuck down several nights beforehand, after I was sure all my presents were in their places, and opened them all. I was incidious, and took great care to pick at the tape with my fingernails, slowly prying it up, with the greatest of caution, sometimes havung to stop at the slightest tear, paste the tape back down, and start fresh on another side, unfolding the paper just enough to peer inside, then follwoing all the creases to carefully rewrap each gift, even going to the legth of lining up where the tape had peeled off the ghost of the print on the wrapping paper, a flaw that in retrospect, my parents would have had to be insane to check for. After all, why would they go examining the gifts they laid under that tree? They trusted me, after all.
That Christmas was the worst of my youth. There wasn't any excitement in it. I already knew what each package contained, and instead of it being a holiday of good, bad, and sometimes confusing suprises, all I experienced was reopening paper, looking at opjects I had already seen, and then exclaiming delight at it. It was a boring, hollow sort of holiday, but in lookign back, it taught me two things.
The first thing, is that the facination for the holiday isn't in what I was receiving, but in the act of recieving something. After I had opened the gifts, I didn't spend the next three days thrilled and anticipating when I could drag all those objects up to my room. I had lost interest in them before I had even actually received them. It was similar to other Christmases, where the day after, I wasn't really all that interested in the majority of my gifts and had already returned to playing with the same things I played with before Christmas. I didn't want more things, I just enjoyed seeing what had been given to me. I tried to communicate this a few years back, when I asked people to make things -anything- for me, rather than buy me stuff. It endedup with everyone completely disregarding that and buying me stuff anyway. Now I tell people not to get me anything. I'd rather 1 person give me a poem written on the back of a feather, then a dozen people get me $200 dollars worth of random objects twice a year, in the hopes that I will maybe find it suited to my taste. I don't really want things. Christmas taught me that.
The other thing I learned is that misbehaving is also more fun than physical possesions. The sneaking, the careful peeling of the tape, the slow unwrapping, afraid that someone would be alerted by the sound, documenting everything in my head, not really caring that they are things that I would get. Just that they were things that I -knew- I knew what they were, and I was not supposed to. There was adrenaline that night, and afterwards, the smug reminder that I knew what I was not suppsoed to every time I saw that tree. I knew what each box with my name written on the tag contained. I knew more than my sister did, and more than my family thought I did. The only thing that spoiled it was Christmas morning, when I opened the package, and all my little secrets became common knowledge. Everyone knew what my presents were, and nobody minded that I knew, because it became what I was supposed to do. I think I had more fun 4 nights before Christmas than I ever had on Christmas day. I felt all that satisfaction of the suprise of receiving my gifts, but now with the added edge of feelign it when I was not supposed to. 4 days before Christmas was my best Christmas ever, and I got to spend it without a season themed dress or sweater on.
This feeling or receiving versus the thing being received has shown up a lot in my life. The easiest way to see it is in my start refusal to post Chirstmad wish lsits, or to tell people what I want for my birthday. I can't wait to one day get married, and see what my more distant relatives get me with no merciful wedding registry, but the strong need to go against my wishes and get me a gift. I hope I end up with 4 kitchen-aid mixers, a grandfather clock, a cordless drill, and a gift card to Wal-Mart that I can promptly pass on to some homeless guy. Whatever it ends up as, the assortment of them is sure to be my gift to myself. Another way it's been popping up, which is what I 've been thinging about, which caused me to psychoanalyze myself, which brought back the Christmas memories, which made a nice analogy for my intengible feelings, is that in a relationship, I seem incapable of expressing what I want. That is not to say that I want nothing. That's very very far from the truth. It's that I don't want to formulate the plan in my head and then saya ll the things I want, and then have them all executed, and see everythign go my way. I want to see them go their way. And then I want to add my own to it, and then I want it to go our way. I don't want to dictate things and then have them just go my way. I don't even want to make specific suggestions, because I don't want to controll the way things go, because the thing I like best is seeing how they go. And sometimes, I like watchign them go the way they're not supposed to.
This all has me really missing getting drunk with Tica in the botanical gardens. Our original intent was to scout it around and take test photos and possibly do a cosplay meet up there.
This is what happens when I do laundry at 3AM.
It probably would be a really nice place for a meet up though. |
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| Take a bite out of crime. |
[Feb. 15th, 2008|09:56 am] |
Okay, so this is awkward. There are aspects I feel I need to speak about because they are important, but it's awkwrd to speak about, because they directly involve me. Thank you for any sympathy, empathy, anger, or concern you feel for me. Please try to keep expressing it to a minimum. That kind of attention just makes me feel awkward.
The point I really want to get across is please PLEASE be safe at conventions. Most of the people there are wonderful people, and it's a great place to relax, just don't lose all apprehension while you are there. They are still just a group of people. At the convention I attended last weekend, while I was in the stairwell heading down to judge for the masquerade, a man whome I had never met or seen before, came up behind me and put me in a choke hold. At first I thought it was a friend playing around and not realizing they were squeezing to rough (heeeey it's a con, right?) but when they didn't stop after I yelled for them to, I bit down on the arm (about 160 pounds of bite pressure in your jaw. Use it.) I was released and they sprinted around the bend int he stairwell and out of sight. When I reported this to convention security, they had already been made aware of him bothering girls before me, and had contacted the police. He was caught, to my knowledge was unsucessful in harming any of the others (or myself, sucker) and is currently being incarcerated (I'm in contact with his wife. How weird is that?) So no worries, the story is unfortunate, but ended well.
Point of it is, a con is a GREAT place to relax and meet new friends, Just make sure you meet them in a safe way. No accepting drinks from people you don't know EVER (ever ever) and no leaving drinks unattended. Friends are the best thing about cons, so go places with them. It's easier to just have fun when you know someone's watching your back, and you'll probably make more responsible calls, knowing that you're taking care of your friend, rather than it just being pressure on you. Public areas of the con are where all the interesting stuff happens anyways, so stick to hanging out around there, especially if you're hanging out with a friend you just met. DON'T be suspicious of everyone you meet. That's no way to live life. Trust people, have a good time, and never put yourself in a situation where you could come to harm if someone turns out to be untrustworthy.
And don't just assume that girls in heels and a tiny hat are going to be an instant pushover. The smaller the hat, the more vicious the girl beneath it.
X Posted to Limitbreak, for con kids who realize that one of my dead LJs on their friends list is enough. |
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[May. 14th, 2007|08:43 pm] |
Things you have missed! (Perhaps)
Had a cavity. It created a tooth abscess. Got tinitus and horrible headaches. Got barbituates, got half of my face swelling up with aditional adscesses, go antibiotics, got a brand new lovely doctor, got opiates, got half a root canal, got more antibiotics to eat and some injected into my face, got the other half of my root canal, got very sweet gift art from Piki (Thank you thank you thank you. You brightened my poofy headed day! <3!!) got a normal head again, got roborovski hamsters, got to go to ACen, got to meet Yasuhiro Nightow, spent precious nerd time asking him about colors (I guessed them right anyway. Kur hur hur.) instead of relevant to his inspiration questions, or just getting him so drunk that he gave me his phone number. Don't regret it. Got to meet Voltz, and Daguro, and exchange more than just greetings and me fangirling over the LimeBarb duo. Conned Voltz and StripperVash into taking away my Kadaj and Yazoo wigs. Also in the agreement is they have to take away the Loz wig after it is repaired. The finally found homes. I win I win!
ACen was piles and piles of fun. I got to meet up with some of the East Coast crew that I know, or that I had just heard of. My favorite costume of the con was likely a Shadow Form Sora cosplay that just FLOORED me. Yeah, you can blame it on bias as a KH fangirl, but the costume was seriously just lovely, and the cosplayer actually scrabbled about in it. I kind of wanted to kiss them all over their face. Cherry couldn't make it out to ACen this year, so I didn't compete anything (No fun solo)But next year, Cherry and I are DEFINATELY making it back. With no major prop costumes. Thats the one bad thing abourt Acen, no huge costumes, no huge props (4 feet or less, unless they can be broken down and carried. Costumes are supposed to not exytend more than 6 inches from you, presumably unless they can be squshed back to conforming, like floofy lolita skirts) But at least they allow such deadly prop materials as.. you know... Wood. DEADLY. They also allow the risky behavior of ltting people carry around toy guns, with orange plugs in place. DANGER. Yes. Slightly bitter. ANYWAYS! Looking forward to AX big time! Onward and upward! <3!!
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| I feel unspeakably lucky. |
[Apr. 13th, 2007|11:37 pm] |
Thank you so much to everyone who came out and suprised me for my birthday. I'm still in a daze from it all. It made the day absolutely wonderful for me, on an event I usually just let slide by. I feel so fortunate to be a part of such a group of wonderful people, and to have such dear friends as you all. Thank you, thank you, and thank you again. You really made this girl feel lucky.
And old.
GOD, I'm old. |
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| Hotels! |
[Feb. 21st, 2007|01:09 am] |
Trying to gather all the info for upcoming hotels in one place. If you are potentially in my room, or want to be in one of the rooms, please leave a comment (They're screened!) Or just contact me privately. It may take a while, as I like the check with others in the room to see how they feel about different people being in it. If you are one of the people who browse this journal recreationally, but we really don't have a friendship-type relationship, this post isn't for you. In all room situations involving my sister, she has the floor. This is where she likes to sleep. She sleeps on the floor at home. Do not go 'Hey, I know you guys have two double beds and four people, but I was wondering if I could join in and just take the floor" No. You can't. You take a bed. Similarly, if you are going to a con where I have slots open and you have a reservation but your room is not full, we can talk about combining rooms. I'm getting into the habit of reserving first, then figuring out the room situation after.
ACen- King bed, 2 nights at the Embassy Suites Total price $325.44 (With 2 people, 162.72 per person. If other people would like to room up, the Embassy Suites still has 8 rooms available with double beds that are wheelchair acessable (which is why I held off on them, so long as it's just Cherry and I) Sooo.... Get with me on that)
Confirmed- Me
Confirmed- Cherry
AX- Double Beds, 3 nights at the Rennaissance. Total price $562.56 (With 6 people, $93.76 per person)
Confirmed- Me
Confirmed- Cherry
Confirmed- Sister
Confirmed- Steven
Pending- Zach
Pending- Jim
Dragon*con- Double beds, 3 nights at the Hilton. Total price $517.50 (With 4 people, $129.38 per person)
Confirmed- Me
Confirmed- Cherry
Confirmed- Sister
Confirmed- Steven
Pretty boring post, I guess.
Ummmm I had the plague right after Ikkicon. Still coughing up the last bits of it, but overall doing well. Mostly been cleaning and working on my Fran shoes, as well as sulking around drinking teas and sitting under blankets (I HATE tea!) Pretty dull, but at least the weather was unspeakably lovely today. I should make myself a new icon. The default for my journal is back when I had short hair. So.... old.... |
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[Jan. 31st, 2007|01:45 am] |
To those confused about my last entry, Yes, it was my way of asking my friend Jim for his phone number. Though I got a TON of really interesting comments to it. <3
Does anyone in DFW or who is going to Ikkicon have an electric guitar I could pretty please borrow for a weekend? Bass would be best, but beggers, choosers, etc. Guitar is just fine, so long as it is electric. It's for part of our Nana group, to be carried around by Zach, who is certain to be very reliable and not smash your guitar into anything of great importance.
Electric mandolins, while awesome, are unfortunately not applicable. |
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| Tutorial is up. Kill yourself for cosplay! Yum! |
[Nov. 28th, 2006|03:03 pm] |
Finally made a fiberglass tutorial. For those of you who are interested in cosplay, and don't have the Limitbreak journal on your updates list, the link to the post is http://limitbreak.livejournal.com/6333.html
I'm trying to get feedback on tutorial writing so I can do a better job with future projects, or even to just know the info is useful. I never really know if I've postd something worthwhile until like, two years down the line I get a PM with "The wefting tutorial was a big help, thanks for the info!" So yeaaaah. If it seems pretty elementary or redundant, or needs more elaboration in parts or whatever, let me knoooow. |
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| Retreaat. |
[Sep. 22nd, 2006|11:25 am] |
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I've kind of been shying away form people as of late. My best pal Tica is moving away to New York (for school) much sooner than aniticipated. Things suddenly fell into plac, and she had to bump her departure up further than expected. Instead of her being around until the next school year, she is leaving in October. I'm still coming to erms with all this, and the internet has become less appealing. I'm not looking for sympathy or condolances, I just want to let people know why I've been kind of an ass and ignoring a lot of random IM sessions and such. I'm just not up for the company of a lot of people. Please don't take it as insult. |
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| Har! |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|08:07 pm] |
AX = rocking (oh baby)
Getting your flight delayed in Las Vegas = less awesome
Arriving at DFW at 3:30 AM = WTF (You mean airports close?)
Finding out that your sister has left the reading light in your car completely murdering the battery during the one time period the airport is abandonned = unspeakably unawesome
Having insomniac Tica as a friend = most awesome thing ever
Managing to lose cell phone you got for free during sleep depraved airport major stress stupor = ah well.
Point is, I have lost you people's phone numbers. E-mail 'em to me at limitbreakcosplay@yahoo.com yo. And if anyone out there knows any phones currently on the market that will be compatible with this rumored NA release of Crisis Core, tell us tell us. Otherwise, I'm getting a Razor like every other market slut out there.
By the way, if you tried to call me during the past few days? Haha! Joke is on you.
You should not be friends with me. |
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| I got robbed. |
[Jun. 20th, 2006|12:20 pm] |
Someone came into my home yesterday in the evening and took my PS2 my Gamecube, and the two games that were in them (MGS Twin Snakes (D :) and Kingdom Hearts (Greatest hits edition. Har! : D) . But they took out my memory card, and left my Guitar Hero controller behind, so we're cool. Couldn't have hoped for a better buglary.
Beautiful moment when you go "Yeah, mostly I'm just pissed that I lost my memory card. The systems were both pretty cheap, and on their way out now that the next generaton systems have been anno--dammit! My 100% Kingdom Hearts 2 save was on that disk! *plunks down on the floor in frustration* That took me like, 80 hours of gameplay to complete! I-- *notices small black rectangle near her hand* ...... no f***ing way....
Lucky! : D Makes me wish the guy had been able to find the Gamecube controller I kept in the cabinet. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2006|01:22 pm] |
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I get a masochistic sense of pride when in the same day, I hear a news report of people having to work outside in greuling, unbearable temperatures as high as 80 degrees, and then in the evening I am driving with my windows down, enjoying the cool night breeze and realize that it is 78° out. |
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[May. 8th, 2006|12:26 am] |
Jiminy Journal completion... 100%
The secret ending is so much more fabulous when you earn it.
In other retarded news, you can view Kairi's underoos in game as a stupid party trick. search youtube for "Kiari's ribbon" for shots of this.
Kairi cosplayers, get on this.
It kind of made me wish that they had included underwear for ALL the characters, hidden inside their models. I think it would have been a riot. |
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| You are all dead to me. |
[Apr. 2nd, 2006|12:16 pm] |
For anyone who has been wondering where I am or trying to get in contact with me the past few days, in case you have not been obsessively following the news, Kingdom Hearts 2 is out. If you do not have a PS2 controler grafted into your body, you are of no interest to me. If you have tried e-mailing me, it will not be answered. looking for me on AIM, I will not be on. calling me? If you leave a message it will probably be left. I'll see yous guys in a couple of days after I've completed this thing.
On that note, it rocks hard. Look into getting it.
Revel in the fanboys regretting thier wish of seeing Aeris in a game again.
Listen to Sora sing.
See tacky keyblades brought to an all new level.
Good shyte. They even worked Deep Dive into it, which I did not think they would do.
On an unrelated note, my 22nd birthday is on the 12th. No presents please, unless there's something you've been looking for an excuse to give me. Just fealt I should be more awesome than Greg and forwarn you guys. |
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| Yeah, so... |
[Mar. 22nd, 2006|03:12 am] |
Does anyone know what kind of gift is proper to get people who's house has caught fire? Anyone who's house has been on fire or who knows people who's house has been on fire that can tell me what kind of thing is welcome from strangers? Because the family across the street's house is on fire, and I sort of want to get them some form of sympathy gift, as this situation must suck for them... but I do not know what the ettiquette is for this sort of thing. I'm tempted to cook something and leave it for them, but I do not know how welcome food from strange emaciated girls is, or if the whole idea is just spawned from my mentality that food heals all wounds. D : I know it's a weird question, but anybody?
On the positive sde, things seem to be going well. There are currently 9 vehicals posessing flashing lights that have rolled in, containing no less that 3 fire trucks, 2 ambulances, 2 squad cars, and other miscelaneous vehicals that I can not identify as it is too bloody early in the morning. The family all got out, with pets. Things seem leisurely. Definately more response than was required, which is good I think. Reassuring should some horrible kitchen progect/electrical mishap/ heat gun abuse cause my own house to burst into flame;. Not that this house has burst into flame. There was a fair bit on the second story, but it seems quite controlled now.
Mostly the light flashing cars and I are playing a waiting game. They're right outside my window, and they have runbly, hissy engines, all of which is preventing sleep. So I'm pretty much sitting around, tired as hell, and wondering about what I should get the family, waiing for the fire brigade to conclude that they did indeed put out the firem and theym and their flashey lights can go home. But again, very nice to know that such a huge response happened to a single fire, nd quite quickly as well. Horray for wealthy sorts of neighborhoods. Horray for safe families and saved pets. Horray for houses that are not reduced to charcoal. Boo for 3 AM. |
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| Introducing: The lamentable tale of Scabs the Cat. |
[Mar. 20th, 2006|12:52 pm] |
This entry is more for me than it is for you guys. If you have problems with people gushing over their pets in their livejournals, now would be a good time to scroll past.
A few weeks ago, my sister was outside of an Allbertson's grocery store walking through the dark and chilly parking lot when she heard a croaking sound coming from the dank parking lot. She looked around herself, but saw no one. Nothing. Still the noise continues, persistant, urgent, loud. A horrid croaking that seemed unsettlingly close. She crouched down, peering under the cars in the lot for the source of the noise until she found the terrible source. Not some beast crawling up from the murkey depths of White Rock Lake, but a mangey little kitten, thin, covered in open sores, breath smelling of rot, and emiting a constant pulses of croaking noises. So she did the only sensible thing. She packed it into her car and bnrought it home with her.
When this kitten arrived in our home, it was still emmiting the noise, which sounded more like a young goblin than any kitten (It kind of went "Gwack! Gwaggh! Graaag! Gwack!") so I called it frog. These sounds were not so much sounds of need as sounds Frog made to amuse herself, as nothing would get her to stop. Fresh food? Eat a few bites, make "Glaagh!" noises, eat a few more bites "Grack! Gagh!" and so on. Attention. Maybe it wants attention. Go into the room with it (She was in the unoccupied third bedroom at the time) and she would scamper over, emmiting a joyous stream of "Gaag! Graaagh! Gwagh!" yes. Yes. This must be what she wanted. start petting her "Gwack! Gwag! Gwaaaaagh!" Still making the noise. Not content> Maybe she wants to be picked up. "Gwaagh! Glack! Purr purr! Gwaaaaaagh! Purr Purr! Gwack!" She's purring. She's happy. Why won't it stop. Call in amanda? "Glagh! Gwack!" Bring it toys? "Gwaaagh!" Kitty treats? "Gwaaagh!" A fresh litter bx? "Gwack! Gwack!" Leave it alone for an hour to see it it calms down? "Gwack! Glaaagh! Gwagh! Gwack! Glack! Gwagh!" Regardless of if the cat is lonesome, occupied, craving or contented, the sound continues on. Eventually, so we could sleep, we had to put it in the far wing of our house, in my sewing room, as far from our bedrooms as one could get without going into the garden. It snuggled up in an old quilt, and we were good to go for the evening. In the morning, it was cold, and I figured the kitten could probably stand for a bit of warmth, so I took my space heater to the room she was in. As soon as I woke her? "Gwack! Glaaagh! Gragh! Gwack!" I decided she was maybe cold, so I suggled her up to my under my blanket. She peed on me.
Sooo, it became clear that Amanda wanted to keep this kitten, and I decided it would be good for her to have a companion animal (as both of my cats are very attached to me and tend to ignore her when I'm around) so it had to go off to the vet for a full check up, and spend a few nights over there, so make sure that it didn't have the rabies. During the visit, they found that the kitten's body was about 75% puss, and this liked to just make all sorts of foul messes during the ckeck up. One of the open wounds on her side was about the size of a quarter, and my sister tells me that when they drained it, it was a thing to behold. Few nights of peace, a bit of Chat (My obese female cat) pouting, a bit of setting things up for a third cat.
The stay in the vet has made the Frog Cat a bit less vocal. She now only croaks a lot, as opposed to doing so constantly. Frog's breath is still unspeakably foul, a very severe problem, considering her love of croaking in people's faces. Her wounds are healing nicely, she's starting to put on weight, and she's scratching at herself a lot. Scratching at herself a lot? Yes. The Frog Cat has fleas. The Frog cat is also allergic to fleas (as opposed to just being irritated byt hem which is normal) And proceeds to break out into scabs. And then goes into heat. Yes. Heat.
Now, Shade is my black male cat. I like to joke about him being gay. He has a very very high pitched mew, is fastidious in cleaning himself and keeping his claws well maintained, very finicky about his litter box, prefered to lay down on materials that match his coat, and has a tendancy to mince about and do what I can only describe as the cat form of flouncing when he wants to be chased. He also really likes to have his ass slapped. Really likes it. Really hard. To the point that her diiiiigs in his claws to get a good grip on the sofa so he doesn't get knocked off. To the point that it distrubs guests. Even Gavin. And Gavin is a difficult man to disturb. Shade's neutered, but it's fairly common for neutered male cats to try to fool around with female cats in heat, as was demonstrated back before Chat got fixed (really distrubing to walk in on. Really awkward. D :) despite this, Shade has NO interesed in the pussy, scabby, croaking, bad breath smelling propositions of the Frog Cat. She, on the other hand is VERY interested in him.
The constant meows (proving that she is CAPABLE of making meow sounds. She just... doesn't) irritate both myself, my sister, and the cats, but they are made up for by the side of Shade mincing through a room at a slightly speedy pace, and sure enough, a few feet behind him, squirming about on the floor is a revolting little Frog Cat. She's follow, and a few minutes later, Shade mincing across the room in the oter direction, and the Frog Squirming close behind. Chat and Shade both concluded they didn't like having her around to bother their naps, but while Chat would emit big, intimidating growls to try to ward the kitten off, Shade pretty much made this peeping noise, not all that different from the sound you would hear from a baby bird. The week went by fairly normally, though with a few wakings aty 4AM, and life returend to normal.
Both the cats are pretty acclimated to the kitten now. I'm taking up calling her Scabs for the time being, until something suitable can be chosen for her. She is currently scruffy and covered in scabs and bald patched where their were scabs. Her breath is still pretty bad, but not as much as it was. She still croaks frequently. she's only a little underweight. She's the heavist sleeping cat I have EVER encountered (You can walk up to her while she sleeps wihout wakign her, and you can move her around to an extent. She's an avid lap cat, and a furious purrer. She's needy, agrivating, and feels unpleasant to the touch, and we love her. : 3
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