Tag: kittens

I meant to get up early and voluntarily do a bit of work to finish up from yesterday but instead was a useless lump for the entire morning. Eventually I did get up and go to buffet and kittens with Ayse and Ken and Jus and Nonny. There were a lot of kittens, but although I spent a long time petting a purry grey boi named Howl (after the wizard, I presume) and getting my hand kneaded, none of them were the right kitten to come home with me.

Read: The Thousand Eyes (AK Larkwood): Sequel to The Unspoken Name, wraps everything up but not until after a lot of suffering and perseverance and even personal growth on the part of the main characters. Also, gay smooches.

Written: 705 kitten words. When I am caught up (if I ever manage that) maybe I will have enough brain cells to work on the thing I meant to NaNoWriMocate.

I took off work today, because my managers keep telling me to take more time off, and it seems as good an excuse for a holiday as any. Ayse insisted on taking me to kittens and lunch; how was I supposed to resist? The kittens were very rambunctious, which made it hard to befriend them, but they were adorable anyway.

I went home to vegetate for a while, and then went to Ayse and Ken’s for delicious Thai food and friendship and non-cursed frogurt and then Amerivision. It was actually Eurovisiontastic, despite our worries! Not all the acts understood how to use the stage, and there were a probably excessive number of half-dressed backup dancers, but overall it was properly campy and had a good variety. Oklahoma K-pop was good, the pink one with the keytar solo was good, fire was good, cowboy boot rap was just weird. There were some technical difficulties and I stayed up too late, but it was lots of fun. Nonny also got to stay up late.

Words: FAIL. I meant to do some writing during the afternoon, but instead I did pretty much nothing. It was not an auspicious start, but it was very on-brand.

Finally Jus and Ayse and I made it to the kitten café, and kittens are wonderful! Sadly most of the kittens that came over to say hi (because we are the right sort of people who sit in the cafe) are already spoken for, but Rotini lovingly savaged my arm, and Bullet climbed all over me and snorfled my ear extensively. I wanted to get to know Katya, who is orange and not stripy and quite chill, but our time was up and we had to let other people adore the kittens. Perhaps we will go again next week.

Kittens give life, so I was energetic enough to walk a few kilometers to Trader Joe’s, which was only out of one thing I wanted (not counting the things that are never in stock because 2021)

Watched: Cowboy Bebop 3: Spike is composed of 117% self-destructive decisions by weight, but Jet is not a whole lot better.

Words: 320.