Could you describe the ruckus, sir?

( blathering about a kitten, and dudes who are intensely uncurious, or something. The kitten is fine, now )

Also, vet who is not my usual vet, thank God - fuck you, wanting a defenseless animal to be safe doesn't need to be my "maternal instinct kicking in."

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So yeah, hi.

I'm still around, mostly. Stuff's been weird, in general. IDK. There's a lot that I'm basically writing off until new years resolution time, and I'm real glad I canceled my signup for Hockey Holidays, even if I had prompts and pairings in my requests that would have made for great fic. Managing Yuletide is going to be enough of a challenge without splitting my energy, and I have missed fully a week+ of my mini-wrimo commitment, after a really good start, sigh.

This week has been a lot. Today looks better? It's starting on a good note, anyway. Slept well, woke up and had home fries and eggs for breakfast, and then the other half of a tiny chocolate cake while watching the Rose Parade.

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The kitten has done himself an injury. He fell a couple weeks ago, from a height too low for him to right himself before landing, and he's been limping intermittently and profoundly, but very briefly, since. ( he's basically okay, but veterinary details behind the cut )

The vet's advice was "try to limit his jumping," and then she said "yeah, I know," and shrugged.

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And now I'm getting ready to watch the Winter Classic, about which my only opinion so far is that I like Alex Ovechkin's hair.

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I started reading Dezinformatsiya (the spy AU) this morning, and I'm going to go back to it, but I was sort of confused by how abrupt Sid and Geno's first meeting was.

Also on deck, And Never Been Kissed is finished! I read the first four chapters as they were posted, and then fell off last week. But soon!

December 2nd is apparently National Mutt Day, so even though no one asked in so many words, here, have a poorly composed picture of my cats, who are whatever the cat version of a mutt is.

( this amuses me, because it looks like he's going in for a fist bump, which he so totally is not )

On October 11, I became a member of a two cat household for the first time since I was in high school. And so, for the past six weeks or so, I have been doing more than my usual amount of sitting on my couch, or the rug, or in the spare bedroom, or crawling around on the floor looking for things under the furniture. I have completely lost the perspective to say whether or not it's going well, but at least it hasn't been disastrous. They both still like me, which, honestly, is all I care about.

Also, I've been keeping the thermostat sliiiiightly too cold, so that when they're sleepy they both want to sit next to me, if not yet next to each other.

We had all sorts of different cats when I was a kid, but now I think I clearly have a type. They're both almost definitely part Maine Coon tabby - long hair, long tail. The kitten is a mottled gray with a dirty-looking muzzle and a slightly grumpy old man face; the cat, a brown mackerel and definitely the handsomest cat I've ever owned.

I have also since discovered that the kitten's actual birthday is the exact same day as the semi-random day I picked for the cat, and that I adopted them both on the second Saturday of October, which means I have infinitesimally increased the chance that I'll remember either of those facts without a calendar notification popping up.

Just doing a quick flip back through the friending meme, and (let's be real, mostly because I have no idea how I ended up with my current reading list) I'm really surprised and tickled to see so many of the people in my circle all meeting each other.

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If I had a nickel for every time I have asked the kitten "WHY ARE YOU SUCH A JERK?" in the past week, I would have a dragon-hoard pile of nickels.

I mean, he's great, but. Such a kitten.

I would be interested to know how much substance there is behind the feeling that a reconstructed piece of writing is never as good as the original one. I had half of what eventually turned into this post written a week or so ago and then a mobile browser hiccup ate it, and everything I wrote after that just looked wrong. Eh, whatever.

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In the chunk of time surrounding my aforementioned peak crush on Andy Murray, I accomplished nothing of value. My cat was perpetually angry at me and my belongings were steadily collapsing into a heap, and as time passed, one exacerbated the other.

I have since addressed most of the clutter, but we will not speak of the state of the kitchen, nor of whether I have over- or under-watered one of my exceptionally hardy plants. I just know it's unhappy, so I'm leaving it on the porch until it makes up its mind and either lives or dies. I've got friends coming over tomorrow, so I'd better finish up the rest of the tidying.

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But! Being stuck on a train for several hours a day with variable internet access was great for forcing me to catch up on the TV saved to various hard drives and eventually my iPod. I watched almost all of The Musketeers, but detoured away in the middle of the penultimate episode because I realized that series three of Sherlock was probably going to make me angry, and I was hopeful that The Musketeers would not. I was mostly right.

( brief nattering about Sherlock, Skyfall and Hannibal, cut to save a few lines of scrolling )

So Sherlock. Definitely made me think, but not exactly my version of fun.

Whereas Musketeers was thoroughly entertaining, ( but )

I haven't yet ventured into the wilds of any part of Musketeers fandom on AO3, but if you have a favorite author (or you yourself wrote something that I missed in the months and months it took me to catch up!) I will gladly take recs.

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I also watched all of season four of Teen Wolf earlier this week, and while I appreciate that for once Jeff Davis didn't do anything that made me want to throw something at the TV, I also just really don't care. Like if the final episode of the season had been the series finale, I would have been totally fine with it. I liked the relationships he created. I didn't care about the plot thread he abandoned. The villain(s) and conflicts were reasonably engaging. I just... don't really care what happens now. It sort of seems like everyone is okay.

I had planned on signing up for tw_holidays, but there isn't a single story I want to request, or write, much less 3-5.

I'm reading through some meta and episode recaps, hoping it may spark an idea, but it wouldn't be a bad thing for me to concentrate on Yuletide, and maybe finally chip away at my fandom_stocking debt.

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In looking for Teen Wolf reaction posts that I'd bookmarked, I realized that I have just Way Too Many fics bookmarked on my phone, which was a thing I swore I would stop doing when my last phone glitched and ate all my bookmarks.

I should sort those out, but I'm busy reading my way back through the David Mitchell tag on AO3. New series of Would I Lie to You! yay!

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I'm not doing the Friday five because I never do the Friday five questions (and also, it is now Saturday) but it reminded me that I randomly had "The Old Gumbie Cat" pop into my head and stick earlier this week. I haven't listened to a Cats recording in I don't know how long, but it's a song I love, so I didn't mind its appearance.

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And finally, here is a thing that happened: an ad? or a promotional video at any rate, about livejournal