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Tail!
Yesh, mashter, whatever you command, just rub my belly first.
There’s something wrong with my gravity and I resent it.
Toldja I’d fit. Now shut up and help me out.
Notice how the tile and grout compliment my fur.
I fluff at you, sir. I fluff most mightily.
I should probably note that you can read the first chapter of Crossed Blades now. Here.
One of the odd/cool things about my life these days is the juxtapositions. I will see someone I know online linking to the incredibly cool or important thing that they’ve just read and I will follow the link to find out that said thing was written by someone else I know, often a friend.
I’ve come to think of it as the Inkling’s Effect. When I was younger, I was baffled about the degree to which all these cool people who DO THINGS seem to know each other (e.g. Lewis and Tolkein in the Inklings). It seemed a powerful coincidence. As the years have gone by, it’s become obvious to me that there is no coincidence involved. People who DO THINGS are naturally drawn together by, well, doing things. What would be strange is if they didn’t know each other.
The older I get, the more cool people who DO THINGS I meet, and the more I find myself encouraging and mentoring people who want to DO THINGS.
Are you my mommy?
Donwanna go to dentist.
Does anybody know where the hell this leg came from?
BE the muffin-top.
I haz a picturesque.
I haz an awake. Do not want.
I haz a cute.
I haz a sunbeam!
Hey girl…
Me aaand my (slightly disturbing) shaaadoow…
She’s right behind me, isn’t she?
We are not cats. We are Devo!
Doggo. Whatever.
I’ve got my eye on you, mister.
Dude, turn the damn sun down!
Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.
You’re mine. I own you.
Hold the glass still, you fool.
That’s so gross. Can I go next?
His remaining bandmates Ken Larson and Lojo Russo are also old friend of mine and they played a final memorial show for him Saturday September 29th with Ray Yates sitting in for Mike, and a whole tribe of guest musicians along to play an old friend out. They did him up proud. They also announced that they were making the whole Gallowglass catalog available free with any money that anyone wanted to donate for the downloads going to Mike’s favorite charities, greyhound and cancer research.
Bring me foodz and I will cute for you.
Who needs treats when there’s STRING!
Who needs treats when there’s ZZZZZzzzzz…
Who needs treats when I can be in your drawers grabin your clothes?
Cat vest crumpled up on the lap before being worn.
What is that thing that’s about you eat you?
I’m too sexy for my stairs, too sexy for…oh hell, just give me some treats.
Because CUTE, that’s why.
Hey there, good looking!
Go ‘way!
Yeah, tha’s the spot, oooh!
Wrong end! Or, leaf shadows on cat butt.
You put a close up of my butt on the internet! I keel you.
Raindrops keep falling on my head…
You, sir, look like you might have some delicious treats about you…
Ooh Shiny!
