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2015-06-19 05:11 pm
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Gratuitous photo post

Because nothing can change this joy.

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2014-06-08 09:30 pm
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thinky thoughts about perception and presentation

A few weeks ago, I was told by several people that they enjoy the things I post on Facebook. This is something I've been told privately as well, and it always surprises me. I know it isn't about everything I share - I know that if I share medical articles, for example, that the discussion will generally be not so pleasant. Which frustrates me.

I've been thinking a lot about the faces we present in our electronic world. I think I generally do it "right"...in my 25+ years online, I've only ever heard, "You are the same person online as you are in real life." Which is as it should be, IMNSHO. :)

But I think I'm going to rethink what I share on FB that might encourage angst. Because that's not what I want.

This is also mixed into a bit (or a lot) of over awareness of the opinions of other people. Yes, we're not supposed to care. Yes, when someone goes from compliments to referring to you in..less than kind ways, that says more about the speaker than it does about the object of their descriptor.

Otoh..one thing I struggle with, in regards of my reaction, is when someone describes a person that's supposed to be their friend in less than kind descriptors. It's frustration and it's anger and it's sad-making. It makes me wonder if the kind words people say to me are real, or if they're canceled out by privately stated negatives.

It's not supposed to matter.

It sorta kinda does.

Not-So-Secret Secret: I keep some of the more positive comments I've had typed out to me, because I trust the reflection of who I am in other people's words than I do in my own. I don't do it as much as I used to , because my inner negative voice is much quieter than it used to be..but, la! there it is.

Tangentially, I had a bit of exchange today about the remembering of people's secrets and statements. It's supposed to be a 'guy' thing, remembering what people say, and using it to one's advantage. I don't think it's gender specific. I do think it's cruel, more often than not, to use words that way. And I think it's more a sign of a person that feels a need to have weapons against others than it is a guy thing or a girl thing.

And it's something else I'm pondering. People tell me a lot of stuff. I don't think I've ever used those facts to attack the speaker. But then, that's not how my brain works.

/babble off

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2013-12-25 08:12 pm
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...Oh, Christmas Tree

“I think it would be nice to totally redo the Christmas tree,” my husband mentioned as we drove back from one of his family’s many holiday gatherings. “I’d like it to have ornaments that are new, and that are just about us.@

It was sweet.

And I kinda wanted to scream.

Since the crumbling of my first marriage, and the lack of space for a full sized tree in my varied living situations, I’d been buying ornaments for my FutureTree. Some women have a hope chest. Some women dream of the names of their children-to-come. Me? I had two bins of autumnal décor that I was hoping very much to finally open and share with Dustin, my soul mate, the love of my life…and he had just voiced a desire for something that had nothing to do with my FutureTree dream.

So I did what any rational adult would do in this situation.

…I waited for him to go to work, and I set up his gloriously huge Christmas tree all by myself.

The job of tree set-up has generally fallen to me for most of my adult life, but I’d forgotten how heavy a non-tabletop-tree can be. I ended up pushing its storage bin up the basement stairs with one hand while clinging to the railing with the other to prevent both me and the bin from falling backwards, sorted the branches by their colour stickers, and …realized I had no idea how to get the lights on the trunk of the tree to light up.

After an hour of fighting with lights, I chose to just light the layers of branches. One of our household cats leapt into the middle of the tree to supervise from within as I returned to the basement to retrieve my FutureTree ornaments.

People talk about their holiday traditions – visits with family, singing carols to strangers – but this solitary act of decorating a tree? This is my tradition. Invariably, the other people in my life don’t have time, don’t want to be bothered, and so, generally speaking, I’d find myself alone in a room, setting up a not-quite-adult tree and adorning it with bits of my childhood. Wooden ornaments my mother painted 40 years ago, left behind in the divorce, and that my father tried to throw away…skeletons and bats, gifts from friends…a cornhusk doll given to me when my first poem was published…they all made their memory-filled ways to the branches of my small tree, to be taken down..oh, eventually. “If I’m putting it up? I get to decide when it comes down,” I announced one year when questioned about why there was still a Christmas tree in the living room in March.

I looked at FutureTreeNoMore, at the glorious size of it.

I pulled out the first box of ornaments. The sales tag on it was from 2007. The next one read 2008, and so on. Boxes of grandiose hooks I’d almost forgotten buying, bearing glass beads and composed of silver swoops of wire, connected the black and orange spheres to the tree’s branches.

And I cried.

I thought about the frantically lonely child in her room, mourning her parents’ divorce and clinging to the past by putting those wooden ornaments on a tiny trash picked tree that she’d set up in her bedroom. I thought about the years when I didn’t bother with a tree at all because I was renting a room in a friend’s house and isn’t Christmas about people more than it is about a fake bit of woodland, anyway?

I thought about my coworkers back in Pittsburgh and how we had successfully orchestrated putting up a non-sanctioned Christmas tree outside our office last year, about how much joy there had been in that bit of ninja decorating.

I looked at FutureTreeNoLonger, and all of these tiny glass promises I’d been making to myself for so many years.

I sniffled and hung another glass piece of candy corn on the tree. Looked at the clock. Realized I was out of time.

By the time Dustin walked through the door, all of the boxes and bins had been put away. I took him by the hand and guided him into the living room, ready to apologize for what I’d done.

A smile lit up his face. “I had no idea you could even lift that thing up the stairs! It’s lovely! I love it.”

“You really don’t mind?”

“Honey! No! I wanted to do it, I just…it’s a lot of work. How long did that take you? It usually takes me most of the day.”

I let that thought sink in, the realization that he was saying his tradition was also to do this alone.

“95% of the things you see have never been used before,” I told him. “It’s almost like buying new...”

“Perfect! That’s perfect. Thank you.”

I hugged him again…and tried to be gracious when he ducked under the tree and figured out how to get the trunk lights to work in less than thirty seconds.

As we’ve been moving through our first December together as a married couple, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I don’t have a lot of happy holiday memories, or examples of, “This is how my family celebrated the season.” In 2013, I had some powerful ‘a-HA!’ moments of understanding more of the ways my fractured childhood created my fractured adult self, and how much I need to unlearn old coping skills because they don’t help me anymore. I spent so many holidays feeling alone, unconnected to the people around me, setting up private Christmas trees, wishing I knew how to do it better.

I think I’m finally figuring out how to do that. And it definitely means sharing the tree duties next year.

Happy holidays, y’all.

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2013-10-08 08:42 am
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Thank you, Universe


Soooooooooo... how's it going down on earth, Dusti? You know, in time and space? Where thoughts become things, all things are possible, and dreams come true?! Are you totally kicking butt?

Oh, I see...

Uh-huh...

Right...

Ya don't say...

Dusti, I want to let you in on a little secret... E V E R Y O N E has issues... everyone. Even those who don't seem like it. Because without issues, NOTHING WOULD BE WORTHWHILE.

Think about that.

So glad we had this little talk.

Tallyho,
The Universe

Thoughts become things... choose the good ones! ®
© www.tut.com

You ARE kicking butt, Dusti. You should see my car... I've got those "My child..." stickers plastered all over it.
DREAMS COME TRUE, ALL THEY NEED IS YOU.

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2013-09-16 04:24 am
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Thank you , TUT

"It may seem as if others can add to, or take from, what you have and who you are, Dusti, yet at the end of every day, what you have and who you are is entirely a function of your thoughts, beliefs, and expectations.

Ungawa,
The Universe"

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2013-09-02 12:01 am
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The Golden Spoon!

Bones and I took a break from other projects to attend a party at the home of one of his gaming buddies. The main event? A pizza grilling contest!

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2013-07-01 08:06 am
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Heh. Today's Note from the Universe is mine.


Anger is almost always a sign, Dusti, that you've been quiet for too long.

Speak up, buttercup -
The Universe

In unrelated news, joy is almost always a sign, Dusti, that I've heard you.

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2013-06-30 06:02 pm
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Cedar Point - Dinosaurs Alive!

In 2012, Cedar Point opened a new attraction in the park - Dinosaurs Alive. It places varied animated dinosaurs in natural settings, and the visuals are just awesome.

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2013-06-30 04:48 pm
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Cedar Point!

Wednesday morning, Bones saw that Cedar Point was offering 300 free tickets to the park to those willing to be there at 7AM for a shoot for The Travel Channel.  Participants were told they'd be asked to ride MaxAir a bunch of times, maybe be on camera talking about the ride, definitely be on camera during the ride.

The park is about 4 hours from where we live, but we decided to go for it...even though it meant getting up at 3AM.  Which eventually meant actually leaving closer to 3:30AM. We weren't sure we were going to get there in time but...la!  We made it, all three of us wearing Doctor Who t-shirts (geeks represent!) with only a few minutes to spare!

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2013-06-24 10:48 am
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Thank you, LJ Universe

http://calmingmanatee.tumblr.com/image/51480181386

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2013-06-09 06:26 pm
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So Bones took me on a carriage ride Friday night.

And said, "I know what that means, so I'm following the rules."

And inside that rose..

..a ring made by [livejournal.com profile] ayalanta. Sunstone!!

And a proposal.

And a yes.

Honest to goodness never thought I'd want to marry again.

Honest to goodness deleted his phone number more than once over the course of our friendship, being pretty sure we weren't friends...nor should we be.

I was wrong. So wrong.

And I love him more than language can express.

...And I'm looking forward to changing my name.

Holy poop I'm engaged!!

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2013-06-03 07:51 am
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TUT birthday


Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,
Happy Birrrrthday Dear Dusti,
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu!



A few years back, not so long ago, heaven and earth erupted into a major celebration with the news of your impending adventure into this very time and space. You see, someone like Dusti Lewars doesn't come along all that often. In fact, there's never been a single one like you, nor is there ever ANY possibility that another will come again. You're an Angel among us. Someone, whose eyes see what no others will EVER see, whose ears hear what no others will EVER hear, and whose perspective and feelings will NEVER, ever be duplicated. Without YOU, the Universe, and ALL THAT IS, would be sadly less than it is.

Quite simply:

You're the kind of person, Dusti,
Who's hard to forget,
A one-in-a-million
To the people you've met.
Your friends are as varied
As the places you go,
And they all want to tell you
In case you don't know:
That you make a big difference
In the lives that you touch,
By taking so little
And giving so much!










Dusti, you are so AWESOME! For your birthday, friends and angels from every corner of the Universe, including buddies you didn't know you had, will be with you to wish you the HAPPIEST of days and an exciting new year in time and space. You won't be alone!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Dusti!

Mike Dooley
Orlando, Florida, USA

PS - Dusti, this is going to be YOUR year!!

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2013-05-17 07:56 am
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Adventures in dental hygiene

Things I Have Learned Over the Last Few Weeks:

* Your terror of the dentist is not unique. At all. At all.

* Electric toothbrushes are weird and - if you have tendencies towards hypochondria - using one feels like you are taking a sandblaster to your mouth.

* Waterpicks are chaotic evil. They will spit their tips at you, spin the tip around and aim for your nose or your mirror or anything except your teeth, and be altogether far more difficult to control than you'd think.

Because they're also sentient.

Water that is either too hot or too cold will not be a good time.

Go in wearing eye protection and a hair tie..I keep thinking, personally, oh, THIS time I can keep my hair out of the way.. and by the end of those two minutes or so, I've hosed down my hair, eye, nose, and mirror, and I look like I've been mugged by the waterpick.

...Good times.

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2013-05-16 12:16 am
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The joys of having health care

I started working full time, when I was maybe 19, at a company that had great benefits. I didn't take advantage of many of them in the 18 years or so I stayed there, and when I found myself jobless, benefitless, and going through a divorce..well, there were a whole bunch of things I suddenly realized I absolutely should have acted on when times were better.

That foot I broke at a haunt? Never actually got x-rayed, and now I've started feeling evidence of arthritis. Beauregard the Benign Tumour? Let's try really hard to not think about him, ok? And teeth? Well..the last time I thought I had a cavity, it was an ear ache, so maybe all the little bits of almost-augh-pain is the same sort of thing, yes?

Like too many other people, I just dealt with health crap on my own. Swine flu? Walking pneumonia? Who needs a damn doctor? Shake it off, man.

It is, of course, ridiculous that I have a job with benefits and have only now started taking advantage of them. Much of that us because of fear. Beauregard went for over ten years without being checked. I was friggin' terrified over the maybe-time bomb ticking away in my kidney. At 43, I might be peri menopausal. I needed a mammogram (or so I was told). I'm fair skinned, so heeeey I need a skin cancer scan. And I sure as hell need bifocals.

And my honey kept poking me about stuff..mostly the dentist.

The biggest reason I finally went through these five months of tests and exams and scans was..I should say its because I'm something like an adult. If I'm paying for insurance, I should damn well use it. I confess that each exam has been terrifying. (The only one I panicked my way mostly out of was the skin check. I'm simply too modest. I couldn't let a set of three doctors look at me so closely.)

But I really wanted to know if there was a reason for the terror. I want to have as many years as possible with Bones. I don't know if there will be a pause before I can't insurance for me - for us - and if Beauregard needed a car scan (and he did) I needed to do it now when the cost was $25 and not thousands more.

Knowing that, at the end, there was really nothing to worry about except taking better care of my teeth because my goodness, tartar sucks..I praise my peasant ancestors, I do I do. (Not that I really know they were, but I'm assuming a lot.)

Now if I could tame my waterpik so it'll stop shooting me in the eye, that would be great. Because I promise you, Gentle Reader...that shit hurts .

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2013-05-12 10:34 pm
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"My kids have paws"

So there's this thing I see floating around my Facebook feed today that declares if you're a pet owner, you're a parent - yay, happy Mother's Day to you!

I guess that's a natural progression from the common thought that your pets are your fur-children. But here's my guilty confession:

I don't see my pets as being my kids.

I have loved all of them..even the eternally ungrateful Tokay gecko, Duck. I have cared for them, I have felt responsible for them, I have striven to take care of them to the very best of my ability. I've joked about trying to get food stamps because I've been a single mom raising Lurk all on my own..and hell, I was poor enough a few years back that if I could have claimed him to be my son? I just may have leaped down that particular rabbit hole.

But the truth is, Lurk is not my child.

I had a stepdaughter.
I've been pregnant.

Neither of those things gave me a permanent membership card in the Mother's Day club. And mostly? Mostly, I'm ok with that.

I'm not saying I'm mad at anyone that has said, "You have a pet so you're a mom." I get the sentiment.

I'm saying that, for me, having a pet isn't even in the sane ballpark as having a human child in my life.

I will never look at Lurk and think, oh god, if I say the wrong thing I can scar him emotionally for life. I am careful around him because he has always been more feral than not; but I don't apply the lessons of my childhood to his every day.

And it's true - I have huge powerful (and sometimes loud) opinions on pet care and pet ownership, as well as on what one should and shouldn't do to a child, and some of those opinions are similar - they should both be happy/loved/safe/wanted.

But I'm also pretty damned likely to walk past a baby and pick up a puppy. I'm not sure that's an instinct that would ever make me a candidate for Mother of the Year. It's also not gonna change at this stage of my life. And it doesn't make me a mom. The things that have? Those are things that, by and large, don't 'count.' I've had enough time to get used to that. I don't need a pitying look and a token 'happy Mother's Day' from anyone at this point.

And I think that's what my point is here. To wish me Hallmark Holiday Wishes because I have a cat feels unnecessary to me. If you want to say it because I still love Arielle..I appreciate that. If you want to say it because I tend to mother those around me..well, that hasn't happened for probably over 2 decades, but again, that would be nice.

Or read Jenny's post about the Hallmark Holiday for a bit more insight into my muddled thoughts:
http://thebloggess.com/2013/05/happy-whatever/

Lurk is many things - my sanity, at times, my comfort, my grounding. He's not my child. And I'm really ok about that.

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2013-05-10 07:11 am
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Dentist

I finally got up the nerve to go to a dentist.

It's been maybe 9 years..I honestly can't recall. It was before I lost my job at IMS; I thought I had a cavity, but it ended up being an earache.

The problem, obviously, is that I don't really know what a cavity feels like. I've had one bad one, in a wisdom tooth, that I suspect would have been a root canal had they not just pulled the tooth. Other than that? I've had some small cavities worked on, but nothing major. And I'm lucky in that my dentist in Philly decided to not use metal fillings because I'd never had any up to that point. (I was in my 30s.)

But I've had discomfort on the right side of my mouth, and felt like a tooth had actually moved. I've been terrified to find out what was going on, and especially terrified that I'd get bad news about my gums, which have always been not so good. My teeth? Apparently made of steel. My gums? Not so great. I blame Florida.

And I'm self conscious about my teeth. One is chipped because of an ill placed slap by my stepmother. (Which is weird..a slap with a ring broke my tooth, but getting smacked in the mouth with a crank on a truck last autumn did nothing..) I've an overbite because the people that raised me didn't think braces were necessary. (Obviously, I disagree.) I should really have cosmetic work done to my teeth, to get past my issues with them.

But first steps first..I had to go to the dentist. I went largely because Bones has been encouraging me to go for over a year. My terror wasn't making much sense to him. It wasn't logical, and I wasn't telling him how friggin' scares I was that I might have Something Bad going on with a molar or two.

So I went, and I asked them to treat me like a 12 year old. The hygienist indulged me. :) She praised my x-ray; she coddled me through my cleaning (which was terrifying..24 hours later, I still feel like someone is scraping metal against my teeth); she gave me cotton to bite on so I'd stop jumping and referred to it as my 'blankie'; and gave me a spiffy sticker before I left.

She also wasn't going to push me to get all my teeth cleaned, but I was determined. (Ow..)

And..no cavities. NONE. We're assuming my pain was sinus related. (Yay?) I had her double check, and I asked the dentist to check both the X-ray and to take a look. Nada.

Made of steel, I swear..

Still. After quite a battery of exams and tests over the past five months, I'm pretty danged healthy! Yay!

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2013-03-14 05:02 pm
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DRAMA FREE THURSDAY: My experience does not invalidate yours

For a very long time, I read Runes. This taught my brain to look for patterns in things, and this week I've run into a lot of frustration that had, at each aggravating heart, a common theme:

I don't have a problem with such-and-such, so I don't see why you do.

In one instance, this sentiment was expressed by saying, "We do the same work as that group does but we don't have to document what we do because we rarely ever have to do anything involved enough to need documenting. If we do, we expect to be told each time how to do it."

In another example, the issue came up as, "I don't see the world as being dangerous to me and I'm angry that there's a discussion going on about how some people don't feel safe."

(..I am of course paraphrasing like OMGWHOA.)

Here's the deal:

My vision of the world - my experience of it - is not yours. It might be similar. But it's not the same. There are studies that show no two people see colours the exact same way. We've probably all heard that there are huge issues with eye witness testimonies not matching what has actually happened. So it shouldn't be a surprise to hear that hey, guess what? My world vision is different from yours.

So in general, saying. "Wow, I haven't had that experience, so yours is invalid," isn't a good idea...unless you're courting the Dramamonster. Or you're wanting to pick a fight.

(This point gets jumbled when the issue in question is an issue of someone's reputation. I've been in that muck in varied ways - I think most people have - and in that case, speak your Truth. State what your experience had been. And if the basis for the discussion is Truth, there need not be Drama.)

(Or maybe that's just my naive world-experience talking..) :)

Anyway. My point is that if someone is talking about something frustrating or scary or painful, listen to what's being said. Don't dismiss it. There are difficult aspects of this amazing world we've all co-created, and just because you've never seen that particular bit of ew, it's not a good idea to dismiss it.

Happens all the time, of course. There was no Holocaust. Racism doesn't exist. Women are wrong to walk through their lives being afraid of men. Saying, "Nope, haven't seen it, isn't real, shut up!" doesn't fix anything. It doesn't make the ew go away. And it doesn't create a world where someone will believe you should that become a necessity in your life.

From the smallest denial to the largest, every time someone says, "Nope, I don't see it so its not real," our world is diminished. Just a little.

So listen. And talk. And listen some more. If every one of us does that, there need be no drama.

Now go be awesome to each other. <3

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I'm posting from my phone, so I don't have access to my usual disclaimer. But! DFT is the brain child of [livejournal.com profile] popfiend; all ideas posted above are my thinky thoughts; YMMV should always be applied to my DFT posts; and discussion is great, so let's have a party in the comments! :)

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2013-02-24 07:18 pm
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Song in my head

"Not praying for redemption
Not praying for hope
Not praying for a stronghold at the end of my rope
Not praying for salvation
Damned if I do
Not praying for redemption
Just a path that leads to you"





-Bekah Kelso, "Crossroads"

...can't easily post a link, but go ye to http://www.bekahkelso.com and you'll find it there..

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2013-02-22 04:08 pm
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Things I Have Learned from Ursa

• Snow is a food group.

• It's perfectly appropriate to dance when you're reunited with your loved ones.

• Belly rubs are awesome.

• Stop to smell EVERYTHING.

• There is always time to visit with the neighbors and catch up on their news.

• Beds are meant for sharing.

• Bacon is awesome.

• Ignore expectations about who you should and shouldn't like. Cats can be a dog's best friend.

• Never turn away the opportunity to go swimming.

• If you ask nicely, treats will appear.

• It's important to be with your pack...no matter how hard it might be to get to them.


<3

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2013-02-14 11:03 pm
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Typical exchange with Lurk

Me: *spots Lurk dozing on my bed* Hi kitty!

Lurk: *PURR PURR PURR*

Me: *cuddles the kitty* Hey..what's that between your toes?

Lurk: *PURR PU - uh oh*

Me: IS THAT CAT LITTER?!? DO YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE CAT LITTER CLENCHED BETWEEN YOUR TOES?!?

Lurk: ...

And then I try to clean his feet and he gets mad and stalks off and I manage to mostly thwart his attempt to get grit into the bed.

Mostly.

I have no idea how he can carry that much litter halfway through the house and up two flights of stairs. That there is some crazy talent.

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