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I had a bunch of photos of my cats that I have never bothered posting. It is going to drive

thewhiteprophet nuts that these are not all the same size, as some were taken on my digital camera and some on my phone. She's just going to have to deal with that.

HE ALWAYS HAS TO BE IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING, HE DRIVES ME CRAZY.

HE ALWAYS HAS TO BE IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING, HE DRIVES ME CRAZY.

Shuji is kind of the curious type. When Sam and I were painting he walked in her palette and got pink paint all over his paws. I wish I had a photo of that.

God they make me want to be a cat myself, how is life fair.

God they make me want to be a cat myself, how is life fair.

Shuji got in my bin trying to get a piece of food out of it and then just sat there for five minutes.

It's killing me as I look at these pics that I have four different quilt covers in them, meaning that it has taken me this long to get the photos off my phone/camera.

She did this when the sound of my phone ringing woke her up, like a grumpy teenager.

Whenever I take a shower Shuji sits outside the bathroom door whining and scraping his claws on the wall until I get out and leave. Then he runs into the shower and sits there in the leftover water, for reasons that are as yet unclear to me. He doesn't do anything, just sits there. Sometimes Akira joins him, but Shuji does it every time. Apparently he does this to my mother too.

What does he get from this experience.

Sometimes he stretches up and digs his claws into my clothes. He is so insanely tall and his claws are so sharp. He used to do this thing where he would try to climb up my back with his claws in my clothes/skin but he's stopped doing that now because I screamed every time from the blinding, blinding pain.

Akira is so much more playful than Shuji.

Akira is so much more playful than Shuji.

My brother doesn't believe this because whenever he is over she runs away in terror and hides under the coffee table

She plays until she gives herself chest spasms

I think she is asthmatic but she won't stop chasing the mouse, even if I put it down.

I wrapped him in my scarf to annoy him but he seemed to really enjoy it

The other day I told my mother that they have a kizuna.

The thing about Akira is that every shred of affection she gives you makes you feel pathetically proud and grateful.

They are both so IC sometimes. Akira seems a little bit brain damaged and is constantly harrassing Shuji when he is trying to sleep or relax. He is this mature, responsible older brother type. She is obsessed with him but he spends most of his time pretending to ignore her, until she is not there, when he starts whining and trying to make her come back to him.

LOOK AT HER TAIL.

MY CAMERA ALWAYS DOES THAT STREAKY LINEY THING, IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY

She is so prissy and delicate looking, like you should find her in some antique store amongst the fine china teasets and ivory lace.

She slept like this with her tongue sticking out like that for like ten minutes. How can that be comfortable.

It is really hard to get a good photo of Shuji, there is something about his fur that makes my camera freak out. If he moves even slightly the photo goes so blurry.

One of her eyes is slightly lazy or defective or something. The other day when she was playing with me I kept taunting her by yelling LAZY EYE LAZY EYE. She looked really offended.

His eyes are still kind of dodgy too T_T They weep a lot but he doesn't seem to be in pain.

My babies. I have had all these stressful dreams about losing them or having to save them in the past couple months. The other day I had this dream where I had to carry Akira home (this would never happen. I do not pick her up) while a dragon circled us. I told

thewhiteprophet and

lovedoesthat. They were unsympathetic.

I named her after a JE fic.

giantessmess gave me this miniature Pullip doll after she rejected it for not being a Blythe. My poor darling. She is happy on my shelf with the rest of my happy Asian toys. I seriously have so many now. My life, it is embarrassing.

I love bed linen.

I bought this new quilt cover the other day, half price. I am obsessed with bed linen, I always want new quilt covers. I got new pyjamas too, and took a million photos of myself making stupid faces in them. I am so insufferably bored lately.

The fact that this linen is white is a really bad idea. It is already covered in fine grey cat fur, plus I am seriously clumsy/messy/dirty. It will be brown within days.

This is a book about Tennis.

bookshop SENT US ALL THESE PRESENTS, SO EXCITING!!!! Sam and I opened them together in the food court, all this Christmas paper spread out across the tiny narrow tables. They made us laugh a lot, the girls next to us thought we were insane. I kept turning the pages of this and reading passages aloud. ILU Aja.

After we opened the presents we went to Borders and preordered Harry Potter. The guy there seemed to think we were degenerates. I asked him if they were having an event and he just looked at me like I was pathetic. They have nothing planned yet. I wanted to tell him all about Rach's plans. We get free Owls with the book and Sam demanded, "WHEN DO WE GET OUR OWL???"

It is like eating with a small obsessive compulsive child.

It is like eating with a small obsessive compulsive child.

We saw Bridge to Terabithia today and it made me bawl and bawl. Life. Afterward Sam and I had to wait around to go see

altricial so we went and played air hockey (ONE GAME ALL) and then had dinner. Sam, as she always does when we have dinner, decided she wasn't hungry the second the food came, but couldn't let the food go to waste so she sat there building a fort out of it. I feel like no matter how much I tell you guys about Sam no-one really understands. I need some kind of video evidence.

When we left Anna's we had to wait 20 minutes for Sam's train. We were sitting there talking about, I don't know, jpop fic or something, when this kid walked in front of us, beatboxing. He just like, stood to my left beatboxing for like three minutes, and then wandered off again. Sam and I immediately started whispering "NOT AS GOOD AS NAKAMARU" "FUCK NAKAMARU IS AMAZING", because we are pathetic. Then I said "I hope my phone doesn't go off right now, that would be embarrassing," because my message tone is the start of One on One; you know, "Vroom vroom, BEATBOX". Anyway I think the kid thought we were praising his skills because after that he kept looking at me and then when he got on his train he was like, trying to flirt with me. He kept mouthing something from the door and then blew me a kiss as the train pulled away. He was fifteen and looked like Crabbe or Goyle, whichever is the short one. When I told Sam she started laughing maniacally. "HE THINKS YOU'RE HIS GROUPIE!!!" Why couldn't he have been a hot fifteen year old beatboxer.

Sam told me to post about this. I have this greasemonkey script that inserts YM emoticons into lj comments. The other day when I went to reply to a comment I just stared.

AN ANGRY MAN??