Sorry your not feeling well Ranger. Maybe some noodles and a sweat tent for the sinuses? This house has alot of famous music connects with Aeri's Danzig affiliation if memory serves me and Ranger's lady/earth wife? Singer too Fair's mom's Rollingstones. Wasn't there a punk band in there somewhere? Hmmm Really quite cool imo... Sorry bout my typos and grammer. Ya momap that slug story will stay with me 4 ever. I swear my buddy and that slug where talking to each other telepathically. Which I've had happen several times when freeing my mind while being with a small group. Its really a life changing experience.
Get well soon ranger :love: God damn I was so high last night I ended up renaming my kitten, horse-horse. Please, I have no idea why, I'll change it back to pixie lol. But its cool because me & my dude have actually put together a decent 'probably might work' plan to end war! So we will see how that goes :coffee:
She's still called pixie really. I think the smoke got to my head a bit. My dude reckons the markings on her face look like 2 horses put together, which I guess thats where horse-horse came from
Our new kitten's bro we call paint as in a 'paint mustang'. His mother Missy iis a breed of cat calledd "Arizona Paint".Google it. We live just down the road from the gal who is the breeder.
Faelixx, my first cats we adopted as a pair, they were literally inseperable it was lovely. Sadly one of the brothers went missing and never came back, pippin (who was still with us) got so upset and depressed, he would barely move from his basket all day, only to eat About 6 months later he hadn't changed so we decided to adopt another cat to be his companion. Went to the rescue home and came back with two new friends for pips. He never had the bond like he did with his bro but he perked up and turned back into his old self Then about a year after that we took two more cats in temporarily because their owner was in hospital and we've pretty much had a full house since then! My fave rescue was 'bambi' the bengal. I was out late (around 3am) and walking back home from a party, saw a group of drunk people terrorising this poor kitten (no more than ten weeks old) so I went over there and took the kitten, put her under my jumper and walked her to my house, she stayed a few nights until the local vets had space to house her until her owner came forward. 3 weeks later I went up to check she had found her owners and no body had come so I re adopted her and she went to live with my mum who was very lonely with clincal depression at the time. It's been three years now and they are like best friends and my mum is so much more herself again :love: Man, I love cats.
The new male kitten, who has taken up here, has been named "Thunder Cat" by my son. The triplets have claimed him. I'll have to post up some new pics later today.
My son watched Thunder Cats everyday when he was little. They were his heroes! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_cpV00c4IE"]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_cpV00c4IE
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Im having a night and a half. Toddlers pulling kittens tail, kittens stealing toddlers food, toddler decides her water should go over the sofa, toddler laughs at kitten drinking spilt water..... Both of them are up and down the flat chasing eachother and making mess. Lol :coffee: is a must. I need some good music and a strong joint.
I think I am definitely a night person.I think I should have called myself "Fairnight"...I just feel so much more with it now that it's got dark here in London...
Cute stuff, MamaP! It's mid-afternoon here. This damn cold has me with a headache that feels like the worst kind of hangover. All the kids are gone so I'm determined to get something productive done with my time. :coffee: is coming up here; I just needed a cold drink first - stupid sinus meds are drying my mouth out. I'm to a point with trying to arrange some storage in one end of one room. It would be pretty funny to watch if it weren't me, lol. I'm just kind of staring at things, then dragging something across the room, staring some more, dragging something else back across the room...I don't have a plan, lol! I've procrastinated doing this for weeks because I really feel I have reached an inpasse with this stuff. I don't want to be like that television show where they drag everything out on the lawn to sort it but I'm getting pretty tempted. The problem is that it's hubby's junk; or hubby's junk is in the way of putting away my junk. If it were mine I'd already know what to do with it. Then another thing slowing me down is waiting on hubby to put some pantry shelves in a closet so I can move food off the free-standing rack into the new pantry. I'd do it myself but he thinks he is the only one smart enough or skilled enough. Damn it, I waste alot of time waiting around on him to do stuff.