Author
Come ‘ere I wanna taste you.
Gross!
Actually, now that you mention it, I DO taste pretty good…
You can never unsee that which has been seen. Sooo, not opening my eyes right now.
I would love to taste the cat…
We are not amused.
You people are soooo sick…
I keep telling the world that, but do they listen?
I’m not sure why I’m here, I was just minding my own business in the shop and wham…
Cat blogging pirate with parrot cat is a visual non sequitur.
Creepy flamingo haunts your dreams.
What the @$#%! That was definitely not a cat.
Chill. There’s sun and napping is great.
Also, not a cat!
Hold me.
I wouldn’t go there. Holding not that helpful, actually.
Wait, you woke me up for that? Bah.
Ennui cat is bored with this game, thumb-monkey.
But how could you ever get bored with a BRAID!?!
I will kill the braid with my mind.
Ennui…that sounds like so much work.
Ennui schmennui, I’m watching him put me on the internets, and I am AWESOME!
Writerman, Writerman,
Does whatever a writer can
Spins a tale, any size,
Catches readers just like flies
Book Out!
Here comes the Writerman.
Is he prolix?
Like a jinx,
He’s got radioactive inks.
Can he write on demand?
Typing or longhand!
Hey, there
There goes the Writerman.
On the blank of the page
With a pen nib so fine
For the lowest of wage
He writes to deadline.
Writerman, Writerman
Friendly neighborhood Writerman
Wealth and fame?
He’s quite ignored.
The STORY is his reward.
For him, life is a bildungsroman
To drama and wit he is drawn
You’ll read the Writer man!
Sparkly! Sparkly! Sparkly!
Post Hiving Addition of Pollen Patties
Lola and Laura, a vision in white?
Laura’s first time in a bee suit 
Lola thinks she should help
Kelly getting ready to open the hive
Pollen patty
Placing the pollen patty
For some reason there were still a LOT of bees in the box here—shook them into the hive
Laura heading for the woods hives
Laura placing a pollen patty—big step for someone as bee wary as she is
Laura placing another patty
Pollen patty in place
Kelly placing a pollen patty
Bee thinks we didn’t get its good side, requests retakes
Failure in bee suit, discovered _after_ we were done
Mathter, I have the brains ready!
Uh, you do know that you’re a cat right? We have no masters.
Food is my only master.
I am the nap master!
Have you ever looked at the rug? I mean, really looked at the rug?
When you look t0o deep into the rug it looks back into you, and then… *drools*
Sebastian-Floptongue courtesy of Daisy and Andy
Bee Hiving at Castle Gaiman 2014 Edition:
Lola wants to help with the bees
Bee Guys shot courtesy of Mary Edgeberg
Bill and Hans prepping the bees
Bill and Hans pulling the queen’s box out
Bill has a queen bee in his pocket
Shaking the bees into the hive 1
Shaking the bees into the hive 2
Shaking the bees into the hive 3
Shaking the bees into the hive 4. Distance shot as I remember that I have neither hood nor gloves on at the moment when I get my ear bumped.
Woods hives
More bees ready to go
Opening up a box of bees
The last bee box
Clearing out the losses of winter
Feeding one of the two hives that made it through our Fimbulwinter
[Jarring Chord]
Door bursts open stage left, a voice offstage cries: “No one expects the Swedish Inquisition!”
Enter via the door: Gonzo, Crazy Harry, and the Swedish Chef all dressed in cardinal’s robes.
Chef: Nubudy ixpects zee Spuneesh Inqooeesishun! Oooor cheeeff veepun is soorpreese-a…soorpreese-a und feer…feer und soorpreese-a
Gonzo: Fear, Surprise, and Chickens!
Crazy Harry chuckles madly and pulls a dynamite plunger from under his robes.
Crazy Harry: Surprise!
Pushes down handle, and…
BOOM.
End Scene.
______________________________
Minutes pass.
The smoke fades.
Voice in the dark: Crazy Harry plays with thumbscrews!
Diabolical laughter.
Worship me thumb-monkeys. Worship me!
What the hell? The thumb-monkeys worship ME. End of story.
Get over yourself. What they really ought to worship is moi.
Ha! The thumb-monkeys is mine. All mine!
Mad kitty cackles! Mine, mine!
I see your cackle and raise!
No, worship teh fluffy!
I iz fluff—is that a string?!?
We are not amused with your silly talk of worshiping other cats.
Nobody ever worships me. Sigh.
Today’s extra cats and arms brought to you by the letters C and W, and by the number 10. Also by Sean, Kat, Matt, Mandy, Neil, and Michael.