r_grayjoy | Fandom and Pet Flotsam (Reply)

First, my "fandom has eaten my brain" moment of the week:

I made a run to the pharmacy a couple of days ago and saw that they had a sign up that read, "Flu shots available here." My first instant thought was that they'd spelled "Floo" wrong. ::facepalm::

And now I'm wondering what a Floo shot would be like.

Second, my pets are conspiring to send me into a nervous breakdown.

So not even kidding. Just ask

leela_cat and

eeyore9990; I was on the verge of sending the cat to the cat farm, punting Ari out the window, and checking myself into the mental ward the other night. (Okay, not literally, but the notion did randomly cross my mind more than once!)

Pansy finally seems willing to believe that I'm not going to send her away and to accept me as "mom", and she's started making it clear that she wants to be near me and have more attention from me. This has made Ari JEALOUS. She's not used to not being an only child. So for about three days, she constantly did everything she could to get my constant attention. "Everything" being mostly bad things.

So I have a kitten and a dog who's reverted to the testing-her-boundaries puppy stage.

...There are not enough emoticons in the world.

Thankfully, Ari's been better the last couple of days. She seems to be adjusting quickly now. She's still not too keen on Pansy sleeping with me, though. :P

Also... Hey,

nehalenia? I think Pansy's in danger of becoming as much of a diva as your kitty! Behold the evidence. This exchange occurred yesterday:

Pansy: ::rub rub purr purr rub:: I loooove you!
Me: Uh-oh. What do you want...?
Pansy: Feed me.
Me: Now? Didn't you just eat like an hour ago?
Pansy: Feed me!
Me: Okay, okay, I know you're a growing kitty. I'm coming.
Pansy: ::dances around and tries to trip me repeatedly:: Feedmefeedmefeedmefeedme!
Me: ::looks at pile of kibble in cat dish:: You already have food in your bowl.
Pansy: That? ::looks revolted:: But that's been out for four whole hours! It's stale!
Me: ::sigh:: Fine, here. Have new food. ::dumps handful of food into dish::
Pansy: But I want canned food! ::sniffs::
Me: ::gives up, opens can::
Pansy: ::eats three bites, then walks away to daintily lick her butt::
Me: ...I can't win.

Also? Pansy likes Dr. Pepper.

...Figures.

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