2013-08-26 17:56
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"From hell's heart, I stab at thee."
While it's entirely possible that Kirk is Magellan's daughter (because, frankly, look at her)... she's not nearly so keen to be a guest at GMBAN right now, though I caught her up without too much hassle or snarling and brought her in, the intention being to keep her through Thursday morning in an effort to get some Lyseine into her to help knock out a sinus infection she's been snuffling with for a week or so.
Magellan, on the other hand, is taking to domestic life like a champ, and, my first night sleeping on the full-size mattress I moved into the back room for more comfortable sleeping during my convalescence... the furry little bastard curled up right in the middle of it, next to the small of my back, so I woke up having rotated about 45 degrees to the axis of the mattress so as not to roll over on him in my sleep.
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She's warmed up to me - two hours and some wet food and she is tail-up, willing to flop for scritches, and touching her nose to mine (which, admittedly, is better for her than me - she's got a bit of snotgoblin action happening, and smells like cat food, heh)
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(Magellan is being trained to come when I use the Master's tap-tap-tap-TAP from Dr. Who, because.)
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Also, attempting to grab Mote and Speck if they ever, literally, come down off the fence (there's a 6' wood fence they hang out on the top railing of and then dive underneath the neighbor's house).
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GOOD KITTY