katt_goddess

No one: Literally no one: My 'shy' kitten the second I sit down in front of the computer so she can jump up on my chest:

Looking back and cleaning stuff up, I noticed I didn't post this one publicly. Background - when George Lowe announced that he was returning to the Con circuit earlier this year after dealing with some ongoing health issues, I started plotting this one out in the hopes that he would be making it to Dragon*Con especially since Atlanta is closer to his home than the Con he had scheduled at that time. But that obviously never happened. So in the end, these became sort of memorials instead. I was able to get a small bag to MC Chris when I met him in Atlanta since he was an old friend of Lowe's and would be able to pass things on to other close friends. I still have a good chunk left here that I might try to get to Andy Merrill for similar reasons. The Space Ghost tie tack.

Nothing. I cleaned up things a bit so that it wouldn't look like anyone randomly talking to themselves which included some benign posts that were part of the chain. I think that's what scoob is referring to anyway.

Okay, I guess a general head's up is in order. No N-word. No soft 'a', no hard 'a'. Don't make me crack open the Canadian 'a'. Don't do slurs. That out of the way, my cart is still zero. But I can almost hear the wish lists downloading from the little ones since I'm the cool aunt.

Cats indoors. I haz kitty, kitty is spoiled inside kitty. Sugar cereal. It's a thing, it's food, it's any meal I want it to be if I feel like getting some. Ice cream can be flavors other than vanilla. In fact, I banned vanilla ice cream from my home. F you, vanilla ice cream. Video game systems are a thing. They don't blow up tv sets and they don't jack up the electric bill. Graphic t-shirts. 99% of my t-shirts have stuff on them to make up for the fact that 'graphic t-shirts are a waste of money' growing up. Cartoons. Surprise, there's no such thing as watching too much cartoons and cartoons don't automatically rot your brain. Authority. I will question you and I will make a fist in the face of injustice. Try and stop me. Gender-appropriate roles. See also: 'Authority'.

KFC is my go-to for an after surgery meal because they always want to make sure your intestines reinflate after being knocked out. KFC does that. And it's so soft you almost don't need to chew it either. Someone had some at work on Monday and I've been chewing the air ever since.

I'm super craving KFC but the nearest one is a town over and I don't feel like biking there. Again. <.< >.>

Attention Nursing Homes and Group Homes. Stores are not wheelchair romper rooms. You can not just dump a busload of people at our door and act like we'll play adult babysitter for your various charges because there's only one functional adult in the entire crowd. If you are just going to wander around in circles, go the mall and join the other mall walkers.

I don't cart because the urge to hit purchase on a bad day might be too great. I just like to browse the books by topic and window shop weird things.

Good news and bad news. The baby kitty-ninja went and met her vet for the first time for a check-up, baby boosters, and to get tested because I don't trust the shelters anymore. Good news, she officially tested negative for leukemia and she's been away from the shelter long enough that if she had been exposed in any way/shape/form, it would have shown up. Bad news, she managed to get ear mites in one ear with a fungal infection because she is a shelter-born Heinz 57 trash goblin. But at least I know that she hasn't been ignoring me as part of her official kitten business, she's been ignoring me because she has/had a demogorgon living in her left ear. In 10 days she'll hear all the things and still ignore me unless I whisper the word 'mushies'...

Grocery store. I got a bunch of Rick and morty stickers from one of those. Hardware store has them too. Gotta keep the crotch goblins busy.

A much better pic of the baby. When I got her, she was so scared. Now she hangs out in the open, plays with all the toys and begs to be held.

At least it isn't the one of him being 'tasteful' in a painting. That would clash with the one I have of Telli Savallis on velvet that says 'Who loves you, baby?' when you press his navel.

In my defense, if I'm ordering for delivery, I'm probably one step away from being feral so it's as much for their safety as it is for my sanity.

Party City died that Spirit of Halloween may rise! Sadly, it seems like the tariffs have shrunk the offerings or people just got there super early and panic shopped because there wasn't all that much that really drew my attention. Plus, I think I already have all the fun t-shirts.

The newest guardian of the hobbit hole. Sakura the shy. She is still learning to trust new things - she was on the bed until I brought out this thing to take a good pic.

Some of the things that were done for this year's Dragon*Con! Medals- these were for the Sunday Night Venture Brothers Trivia Contest. Gold is the 1970-something Science Medal that Rusty wore to the titty bar thinking it would impress the ladies. Handpainted with gold because bored, ribbon is a velvet in gross 70's brown. Silver is Rusty's Daycamp for Boy Adventurers featuring a rainbow ribbon. Keychains - silver is the PRO.B.L.E.M. button featuring the PRO.B.L.E.M button on the reverse. Gold is a Bathroom Henchpass. Pink is for Conjectural Technologies with 'How Can We Make Your Tomorrow Better?' on the reverse. Not shown is a pink one that said 'Mum's Panty Drawer' which I only made a few for the hell of it but they were surprisingly popular. And finally, the trophy was handed out to people that had really cool costumes, dressed for the trivia contest, were still in costume on Monday, and that one 70 year old dressed as a Conehead that was really busting a move on the dance floor. I still wonder if when he sobered up the next morning he remembered where and why he ended up with a trophy. They had inserts featuring rubber dragon duckies on coins that say 'I got caught lookin' good'. Not shown are the Blue Morpho pins I made. I made ~750 and I think every last one is gone. I'll have to look around to see if any made it back once I actually have the full energy it takes to unpack things and put them away properly like an adult.

I've coughed up lung blobs/blown out my own weight in snots in the past 9 hours. I'm waiting for either my tits or my head to cave in because something has got to give.

I don't know if I feel seen or called out by this one...these things didn't exist when I was little, can you blame me for wanting to try them?

Potato Bug [ 5.3.24-8.23.25 ]

I have to give the Bug meds before bed but she's under the bed. She's under the bed because the vet touched her butt. The vet wouldn't have to touch her butt if she would just take her meds as prescribed. We are trapped in a vicious cycle and it's butt-centric.

Try a leather lacing. Leather tends to hold up pretty well to crazed kitty claws.

Despite the guardian cacti I placed directly in the frickin' pot [ it worked with everyone else ], the Bug just would not leave the Devil's Ivy alone and now she's dealing with a poisoning of her own choice. -.-; It tastes like burning tire, why would you go back for a full chomp? Yes, we are on the cancel call list to see the vet earlier than the Monday appointment I got her. My friend is taking in the ivy because there isn't any spot in the apartment to put it where the flying monkey can't get to it. And she's on liquid chicken puree to stay hydrated and get some foods in her. She's going to fart so much tonight. >.<

Toaster oven pork chop!