Landlady showed up at the Secret Lair this morning around eight, bearing gifts. I forget who sent what, forgive me, but I got boxes containing three Larken Rose books and a whole bunch of empty brass. Thanks, guys!
Anyway, she brought her puppy Dharma, who instantly bonded with the kitten. At last, somebody who wanted to wrestle! Kitten’s in heaven. Even LB lightened up.
Say it isn’t so, Uncle Joel.
Then Click came in. Click hasn’t been spending much time in the Lair, because she hates the kitten with wild passion. But this! Two of them! This was too much to bear. She was ready to kick ass and chew bubblegum, right frickin’ now.
Failing that, she huffed right back outside.
Speaking of the kitten, I’ve given up on “EBC” because it’s too hard to call. “EBC? Where are you?” Doesn’t work. Right now I’m leaning toward “Zoe,” because she’s a black chick who stays quiet but has a plan to kill everybody she meets. But it’s still an open question.
Oh, I really like “Zoe.” And just think, she was born with all her weapons… and a clear understanding of how to use them! Now, that’s special. 🙂
Yeah. But it’s a damned shame kittens aren’t born with a clear understanding of how _not_ to use them.
What Bear said.