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About my shopping list…
The shopping list.*
This is not a top hat. But the fire is good, so I will forgive you…for now.
What are you guys going to do with stilts?
Nothing, for we are the picture of innocence. Check out the ear. Totally innocent.
We are absolutely not plotting the overthrow of the human regime.
We are sleeping. See.
*Per usual, shopping list cat translations provide by Matt Kuchta.
I’m the king of the world!
Yeah, whatever, take my picture, see if I care.
This is what I would look like on a coat of arms.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog November 21 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
From the cats on radiators series:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog November 14 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
This is what Kitty Consensus looks like in the McCullough household:
Leith on one of the new radiator benches because it’s cold out
Jordan, ditto
Ashbless on the last of the old radiator benches because it’s cold out
Isabelle, ditto (though you can’t see it in the close up)
Nutmeg: Where are we going next, Boss?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog November 7 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Go way. S’eeping.
But, have you seen what’s hanging out outside my window here at Castle Gaiman?
Skelemingo.*
Not my problem. Sleeping.
Well, then what about Cerbermingo?*
Still not seeing a reason why we should stop sleeping.
What about this thing?*
Okay, now that’s kind of creepy.
And random pirate dog says “Yarr!”
*All demonic flamingos are the sole product of the demented imagination of Matt Kuchta. Management takes no responsibility for any nightmares generated by same.
Da Girlz
You think you’re so smart!
What do you mean you’re not coming downstairs?
Surely you must be joking Mr. Feynman
The diet has made me hungry…for your soul!
You were done with this, right?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog October 31 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Ash, Jordon, and Isabelle doing their group rendition of “It’s about damn time you turned the radiators on!”
There’s one under all the cat beds–which reminds me that high on my list of things to do once I finish this book is build a new radiator bench that makes it easier to, you know, radiate.
Leith says, “You ladies can have the radiator, I’m going for the couch in the office.”
That’s where I am, with the space heater that Laura so kindly turned on for me when she left so that I’d have a warm workspace when I got up.
Finally, Meg. “Boss where are we going next? Do you want to take my picture? I…I…What was I saying?”
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog October 17 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Sexy? Damn right!
Cold? No, what makes you think so?
15 pound cat 10 pound bed
Of coursh I can touch my nose with tongue, Officsher.
Once my eyes finish charging you are so going to regret waking me up!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog October 10 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Mithril
Snowmane
Gabriel
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog September 26 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
The flying saucer people were delicious! Moar?
I am delicious.
Say what?
I ated something delicious, and it killed me ded.
You look delicious…come here and let me lick your camera lens, big boy.
