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Spike has begun to initiate playfights with Cassie when she's sprawled on her back. He's rather tentative about it; he's not yet certain of his ability to read her accurately and he has scars on his nose. She actually quite enjoys it when she's in the mood - nosepoke, batbat, nosepoke, wag, batbat, tail-lashing, nosepoke.
Squish and Cassie continue to have fun with the competitive flyhunting.
And Cassie has taken to joining me for baths. I was a bit surprised while washing my hair today to suddenly feel a warm furry thing leaning on my shoulder. Neither of the dogs will come near the bath when there's water running, even though I haven't bathed them in over two years now. I really thought Cassie was going to jump in. Toes under water are apparently the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.
...in other news, it's still hot, I still feel like shit on a stick, and I'm alternately watching Babylon 5 and trying to store up some extra sleep to carry me through Blogathon on Saturday/Sunday.
Watched Deathstalker this morning, and found myself musing on the fantasy/sci-fi McGuffin of McGuffins, the old immortality elixir. I'm always a bit bemused at people wanting it so much, myself. I mean, an eternity of boredom and stagnation never seemed like a good bargain to me. Talk about the long, dark teatime of the soul - but it also occurred to me that I'd probably lie, cheat, steal and do harm to obtain the anti-aging drug, not for myself but for my pets. I think I'd happily trade my soul to give the Monochrome Mob eighty-year lifespans.
"Immortality is only for the dogs; I wonder how they can stand it?
*snerk*
Squish and Cassie continue to have fun with the competitive flyhunting.
And Cassie has taken to joining me for baths. I was a bit surprised while washing my hair today to suddenly feel a warm furry thing leaning on my shoulder. Neither of the dogs will come near the bath when there's water running, even though I haven't bathed them in over two years now. I really thought Cassie was going to jump in. Toes under water are apparently the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.
...in other news, it's still hot, I still feel like shit on a stick, and I'm alternately watching Babylon 5 and trying to store up some extra sleep to carry me through Blogathon on Saturday/Sunday.
Watched Deathstalker this morning, and found myself musing on the fantasy/sci-fi McGuffin of McGuffins, the old immortality elixir. I'm always a bit bemused at people wanting it so much, myself. I mean, an eternity of boredom and stagnation never seemed like a good bargain to me. Talk about the long, dark teatime of the soul - but it also occurred to me that I'd probably lie, cheat, steal and do harm to obtain the anti-aging drug, not for myself but for my pets. I think I'd happily trade my soul to give the Monochrome Mob eighty-year lifespans.
"Immortality is only for the dogs; I wonder how they can stand it?
*snerk*
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It's one of life's worst inequalities that dogs and cats have about a seventh of the lifespan that humans do. Hell, my fucking cockatiel that I had growing up lived longer. It's just not fair.
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Bah.
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On rats...
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and hey, long time no see! Just when I was thinking about you, too.
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That's one of the reasons I don't keep ferrets anymore, they're so wonderful and fun and they go by so quickly...
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Mind you, a thousand year lifespan... or maybe a few regenerations...
On the other hand, the only thing Kim Stanley Robinson's book Red Mars had going for it was the brief cameo appearance by 80-year old mice.
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Then one day he slipped & fell in & turned in to a claw-flailing dynamo. I nearly lost my bits altogether & got lots of nasty scratches in awkward places in the effort to get us both out of the tub.
I don't know about living forver, but enough of an extended span to do all the things I want to do, yeah. Say 7 years of not aging for every normal human year. That'd put my span at about 490. That sounds about right.
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..yeah, I am well aware that it'll likely become a bloodbath one day. Eh well, skin heals.
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And in my case there was nearly a hull breach in the SS Scrotum, which would've resulted in an unauthorized dive by Boy 1 & Boy 2 (generally collectively known as "the boys") on VERY thin lifelines.
That doesn't just heal.