Kittens!
Okay, I said I'd try to put up some pictures of my kittens, so here they are!
This is Griffon, isn't he great? He's gotten bigger since then...and pouffier... 
And this is Merlin, isn't he cute? He's got big bat ears, although you can't see that too well from this picture. My baby! 
Here's the little brother with both, aren't they adorable? Merlin's still about that size, but Griffon has grown...
Sorry, I don't know how to do cut-aways, so you'll just have to put up with the slower load-time the pics create when they're here...
posted by Tathrin | 6:05 PM
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I sit in awe of the unworldly cuteness and reminisce of joyous past liquid Griffon cuddles and spastic Merlin writhings. Kittens are truly the only rational reason to live. (Or, in your case, kittens with nutella on top–paradise!)
They...are...so...CUTE!! (sits gaping at the incredibly adorable kittens) But they don't look liquid or spastic here (which is good, I suppose).
I've got another of those flash movies for you to see, so I'll post it later. I have to go find the address.
Thanks for the cuteness (and the new chapter of Ostad)!
~Avie~
Here's the other movie I promised. There was actually another one that I wanted to put, but then I saw this. DO NOT WATCH THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN "BROTHER BEAR". Unfortunately, if you do, it may make you not want to watch "Brother Bear". If you have, here it is. Brother Bear, the Abridged Script
23 -- and durians. Do not forget durians. *sigh* That's what we need; an anime/durian/kitty party. With tea. Right now. Unfortunately, that's a bit difficult given the twelve hour travel time. :( College is evil.
Avie -- I KNOW! I want to hug them right now! You're quite welcome for the story; I hate homework, I really do...I so want to be writing right now...*pout*
Unfortunately, I haven't seen Brother Bear, so I think I'll have to pass on that movie right now...the only thing I know about the movie is the talking moose (mooses? meese?) that were in the preview... But keep the movies coming. Someone has to torment me, after all. It's only fair. ;)
Too bad about "Brother Bear", but here's another one. I don't celebrate Christmas (I'm Muslim) but this is really funny anyway. Here it is. Enjoy, and torture me later!
~Avie~
I would absolutely love to have a durian/anime/kitty/tea party, but, unfortunately, being the socially inept hermit that I am, when this strange term “party” pops up, my brain stumbles, “Party...party...we know that, don’t we? When several people convene in a spatial location and...and...and do...what? Party? Vague recollections.... What is a party?” Heh. I would suggest that we hire Georgie to do the logistics on this one, but, unfortunately, because he suffers from the terrible, debilitating, and tragically ubiquitous Durian Aversion Syndrome (DAS), he may not be entirely willing to cooperate. Alas! Nonetheless, hopefully, we shall figure out a way, if for the sake of the Durian only.
And, face it: college is only evil because you miss your kittens! I can tell! The cuteness is highly addictive. (I should know. I have been a kitten addict for over six years now, and recovery is, gleefully, nowhere in sight.)
This was ridiculously lengthy. Apologies. Excuse the verbosity. I honestly can’t help it. It just flows.
Avie honey...you're scaring me...
And Andrea--surely we can have a two-people and kitty party? Possibly three, should anyone be amenable to being sucked into the durian/anime/kittiness...but certainly nothing frighteningly like a normal social "party" situation...*cringes* Oh, have you ever heard of a passion fruit? We were discussing "strange" fruits at lunch today (I have convinced two people to try a durian if ever they should be presented with the opportunity!) and that was one of the ones mentioned, although the individual speaking of them said that he had been unable to locate any in the US. Just wondering if you've ever tried one? Say hello to Ozzie and give him a cuddle for me!
Wow...I'm scaring you? First I intimidated someone, now I've scared someone. Don't worry, I'm absolutely sane. Okay, maybe not absolutely sane, but I'm mostly sane. I just find incredibly stupid things really funny. Blame my sense of humor and extreme boredom. But it was funny, right? Right?
But I'm very intellectual, I can assure you. My last chapter of "Imladris" ended in a very anti-war author's note. Weird, I know, but I get really worked up about stuff like that.
Don't worry about me! I'm fine!
Lots of hugs,
Avie
Avie, if you are absolutely sane, get off my blog right now. No "sane" people are allowed; this is a sanity-free zone. Sane people...sheesh...next thing you know, you'll be telling me you're normal...
*ducks and hides from the normal people* C'mon, Glerfindle, let's sneak out the back...maybe the normal people won't see us...
(Although how they could miss a girl in a long black cape with a small flaming fire-shadow-demon is beyond me...but what can we say, normal people are oblivious...)
OK, now that is something that the hermit can accomplish. Have heard of passion fruit, but haven’t tried it... I think. I’ll have to look that one up. Oh, and excellent job on spreading the bliss of the durian. Win infinite converts we shall. And Ozzie enjoyed your vicarious astral-Georgian cuddle.
Oh, yeah, and I’m in utter agreement that we tack up a “No Sane People” sign on the door of the blog. I for one don’t tolerate that kind of “mental health” nonsense.
Ah, don't worry. I can assure you that I am insane. I just thought that perhaps you were sane, so I wasn't going to risk terrifying you. But lo! Thou art one of the great ones! You know, I'm not the only one insane in my family. One of my sisters was just wrapped up in a pink blanket and telling us that she was a vampire, and the other was eating a tomato like a fruit. Yes, ALL HAIL INSANITY!! LONG LIVE THE INSANE ONES!!
*would be playing some sort of triumphant music, but does not have her harp with her--and of course, harps really aren't best for that sort of music...*
Vive l'insanity!!!
I would absolutely love to be hired for calculating the logistics of a Durian/anime/kitty party, as long as I can wear a gas mask and not have to eat the vile fetus melon from space. Sorry if you enjoy the fruits of space, but, as Andrea said, I have DAS, Durian Aversion Syndrome. Though I think perhaps the kittens would take away some of the pain invoked by the Durian's spiky outer shell, the extreme toughness of the shell, the rancid smell, the grotesqueness of its inner workings, or its taste. But I do enjoy the texture of the Durian...Hmmm...We even named the turkey bowling team "The Durians." I do so enjoy informing people of the complexities of the fruit - though I am undoing the work of the two most avid eaters of the fruit. Oh well. C'est la guerre...or vie, whichever you prefer. Oh, and I'm pretty sure insanity in french is la folie. Thought you ought to know.
Back, evil durian-avoider! Back I say, back! Take thy blasphemy and begone with it! 'Tis the fruit of the gods!
...but you know, if you do like the texture, you really ought to try it again and see if you might like it. It does take a second bit to really taste it because you have to get over its oddities... *grin*
Well then, vive la folie! ;)
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