First things first:

Gacked from screwthedaisies and hector_rashbaum...

Comment with two characters I write, and I'll write about their first kiss.

That done, I'm almost out of another week of nights, yay!

( But then, next week? Also busy. )

( News from the practice, and why cats are astonishing creatures. )

Spike's back.

Slay woke me up this morning - six am, yawn - with much sporfling. Which is unusual; normally he doesn't snort and giggle and sporfle like a small child until at least ten.

He pointed to the drumkit, still snickering.

See, some friends of ours gave us a white, shaggy rug about four years ago. I ask you, white. In this house? So it was rolled up unusued until we moved the drumkit downstairs, at which point we discovered it was the perfect size to site the kit on, and of course would be saved from becoming a filthy mess on 0.005 seconds.

Tucked under the side of the bass drum, on his side and blissfully asleep, was Spike.

What had so amused Slay was that if he hadn't moved his head he would never have seen him! White cat, white rug - talk about your protective camouflage!

he's still there. All the four others are mooching about without a care in the world - Jack wandered up, licked him on the head and wandered off again - so as long as the residents aren't bothered and he doesn't wee on anything, he can stick around.

We are such suckers....

Well now. Trying to update my Lj account, descriptions and crap and as well as adding some stuff to my interests list I added my old secondary school. I was astounded to discover that it was here on LJ...also had a mooch to a couple of journals associated with it and left a comment on the one that didn't seem to belong to a fourteen year old. (*Waves to tech_pirate)( This and that and ramblings... )

Anyway. That said, anyone not on sidewinder's flist get thee to her page and donate for theAlzheimer's walk she's doing. Go on, donate. It's important!