I wonder if it’s something that emerged from the confrontation of the dust bunnies and the zombies, back when we lost all the spare shower curtains. That would explain the taste for Vegemite. My cat Shannon is giving me some strange reports about what’s going on under the refrigerator here in my apparently normal suburban kitchen, so anything is possible in the Castle.
Happy New Year, folks, if I don’t get back before tomorrow’s kitteh! I’m working on school schedules and Sunday School lessons for next month, on the assumption that I’ll suddenly have a baby at some point and find myself behind on work.
Now where’s the hole punch, the scissors, and the poster board ...
SUCCESS!!!!
I’ve got a name that the thing seems to like! “Cthulhu.” But since that’s already been used, I tried McCthulhu and it seems to like it! The thing started to purr/flatulate and hop up and down. I guess it’s not quite as sinister as “the eater of souls.” But sinister enough.
Now if I could only get it to stop sneezing it’s tentacles or whatever they are all over the place. Guess I’ll have to take it to the vet on Tuesday.
The kids have taken a certain shine to it. Or at least stop screaming whenever it’s in the room. Heck, they wanted a dog. Everybody has a dog. Not every kid has a thing from the dark recesses of the undead thread. They’ll warm up to it.
Would you kindly FRmail me the roster? I don’t have it....