Liam woke up at 5:20 this morning, which means I have now been up for six hours. I’m stiff and creaky and nothing’s flowing. He’s woken up crying at odd times every couple of days this week; I wonder if the molars are doing sneaky secret molar-stuff under the gums.
And this morning I bid a sad farewell to Knick-Knack, the best cat with whom I ever worked. May there be plenty of BBQ Ringolos for you to mooch in the Summerlands.
Oh.
Poor Knick-Knick.
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It had to happen sometime, yes? Quality of life, and all. Still, it feels like the end of an era.
Definitely the end of an era. Poor Tequila. At least he has the new kitty to keep him company. Err, the new kitty is still around, right?
Seems the universe is ignoring my request to desist on the reclaiming of cat souls. That’s two more this week. *sigh*
I made a Don Music icon, btw. If you want it, you may snag it, as I got the original idea from you. :)
I saw it! It’s awesome, but it’s all yours. My inner critic is Telly Monster, and I have a screencap; I just can’t decide what to do with it.
LittleKitty was relocated a couple of months ago; he just wasn’t fitting in. Unless there’s another new one that’s joined the crew, which is entirely possible as I haven’t been on site since early January.
No, I was thinking of LittleKitty. I didn’t realize he’d relocated.
Hee! Telly Monster. “Oh, worryworryworry!” Second-guessing at its finest.
I almost brought bbq ringolos to the store when I dropped by this weekend. I’m glad someone else remembers Knick Knack’s obsession with the stuff.