Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

On RLS

Today's lyric:
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"On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the nice anticipating
'Cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel

She rushes to his arms, they fall together
She whispers that it's only for a while
She swears that soon she'll be comin' back forever
She pulls away and leaves him with a smile."

The Eagles: "Lyin' eyes"
From the album: "One of these nights"

So Restless Leg Syndrome is the new (faddy?) illness, eh?

They didn't specify whether, in the male of the genus, the middle leg is also subject to it?

But you should try kippin' with four Burmese cats of variable weight, between the months of September to July (when it's coldest, y'see) to find out if it's possible to move a leg (or any other limb, come to that) when the fancy takes...

Labels: cats, Faddy illnesses, Kipping

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Mirror, mirror

Today's lyric:
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"I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for?"

Alanis Morissette: "Not the doctor"
From the album: "Jagged little pill"

venomous

Strange how some cats are oblivious to two-dimensional images, such as the tv or mirrors?

Mythos (the blue tortie of previous posts' fame) and Amstel's counterpart is fascinated by movement on the tv, even when sat on top of the box, looking down the plane of the screen. And has discovered her reflected image in mirrors, patting and pawing at herself.

Whereas the others just don't give a to55...

Labels: cats, kittens

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Retreeved

I don't know if it's possible for a cat to be dog-tired, but since The Ginger Whinger was brought back down to earth (see yesterday's post) she's been in a feline coma of Sleeping Beauty-esque proportion.

Ah, blissful peace...

She should get lost more often. But it's just cost me twenty quid to get one name-tag to replace The Rutting Stag's (he's going mutton, so sits outside 'mooing' to be let in) tatty old one and two for the normally house-bound mousers, in case they 'escape' while we're away. More of which, tomorrow.

Labels: cats

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