Join the circus

( Today's kitten picture )

I'm not going to take much more than one a day. I don't want to make Cass feel hounded by paparazzi.


( Because the kittens are not the only cute beasts living here )

Join the circus

( Today's kitten picture )

I'm not going to take much more than one a day. I don't want to make Cass feel hounded by paparazzi.


( Because the kittens are not the only cute beasts living here )

Now it feels like the end of the world

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.

First thing to break was my teeth. The great thing about artificial teeth is it only takes a careful wash and dry and a bit of Superglue - but this is the second time. A call to the dentist may be in order before they break beyond my powers of fixing.

The second thing was my own stupid lazy fault. I remember saying in one of the comments on Spike's harness that I wasn't going to leave it on him all day this time round. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results - well, colour me insane. Or, more likely, just an idiot.

Luckily he bit through the new one at a point on the webbing where I've been able to fix it. I cut a piece from the old webbing, sealed all the frayed edges with fire and sewed it as firmly as I can over the broken place.

Putting the harness on him and taking it off again six or seven times a day is going to be a pain, because he always wants to play tug with the damn thing, but less of a pain than this. Slap me with a wet fish if you catch me doing that again.

The third thing - don't these things always come in threes? - well, I'm going to do an orac_zen and say nothing. But it doesn't look mendable.

Now it feels like the end of the world

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.

First thing to break was my teeth. The great thing about artificial teeth is it only takes a careful wash and dry and a bit of Superglue - but this is the second time. A call to the dentist may be in order before they break beyond my powers of fixing.

The second thing was my own stupid lazy fault. I remember saying in one of the comments on Spike's harness that I wasn't going to leave it on him all day this time round. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results - well, colour me insane. Or, more likely, just an idiot.

Luckily he bit through the new one at a point on the webbing where I've been able to fix it. I cut a piece from the old webbing, sealed all the frayed edges with fire and sewed it as firmly as I can over the broken place.

Putting the harness on him and taking it off again six or seven times a day is going to be a pain, because he always wants to play tug with the damn thing, but less of a pain than this. Slap me with a wet fish if you catch me doing that again.

The third thing - don't these things always come in threes? - well, I'm going to do an orac_zen and say nothing. But it doesn't look mendable.