Apr. 24th, 2011

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I had chocolate for breakfast. White chocolate truffles shaped like bunnies, to be exact.

And then I saw this going on and could not stop giggling.



The Internet says he's either rubbing the urticating hairs off his abdomen because he's stressed or he's about to molt again.

Meanwhile, I'm pouring over notes for my gay werewolf bonding romance. And then I'm going to pour over notes for Cigarettes and Shambles, and then I'm going to write something. Hopefully. Cross your fingers, y'all.
apocalypsos: (i think that's going to leave a mark)
I started out today in a good mood, feeling great and ready to write.

I ended today curled up in bed with my cell phone and my cat because they were the only two things in my apartment that weren't disappointing me, having written barely a word on any story because all I could think when I sat down at the laptop was that it doesn't matter what I write because I can't get published anyway, feeling even more miserable because everybody on the planet seemed to be off eating chocolate and attending mass, and also I'm nauseated and headachey and I can't even nap the sick feeling away.

... so, yeah. Go fuck yourself with a rusty chainsaw, Zombie Jesus.
apocalypsos: (i'm an amused children's bullfighter)


"Cone of Shame? What Cone of Shame?"

What you can't see from that angle is that on the rear of that shaved leg is an enormous nearly-closed scab the size of a half-dollar. They left it open when they took the tube out just in case there was more fluid in there, but it's healed up most of the way this weekend and should be completely closed by tomorrow. (In the meantime, it's loose skin there and so you can still see muscle through the hole. EW EW EWWWWWW.)

He still has to wear the cone until he goes back to the vet later this week for another check on it, but he doesn't really seem to give a shit, as you can see.

Also, he finally figured out how to walk with his front legs shaved. Now, THAT, he did seem to give a shit about. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY LEGS OH MY BASTET I TOTALLY NEED TO GOOSESTEP LIKE A NAZI FOR DAYS ON END AHHHHHHHHH." It makes him look like a Sphinx cat wearing a woodchuck costume with the sleeves missing.

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