Honestly, the great thing about animals is that they just don't care.
They'll follow you in to the loo and listen to you fart and they still love you.
They'll meet the morning and your morning breath at the same time and they still love you.

Amazingly, they'll survive being flattened by your fat ass sitting on them (by mistake, I did not know he was under the covers honestly!), and after a two weeks of "you suck" glares and exactly two kitty painkillers from the pharmacy, they're right back at still loving you. Check this out, 15 year old Henry1, also known a Lord Launch Lunch, giving me extra love every day for the past week now that he feels better and gets extra salmon oil with every feeding. After I accidently sat on the poor critter he was limping pretty bad for days. Poor cuddlemunchiekyootness.

(yes the background noise is Perle watching Shrek, one two or three, whichever.)

-"Can you switch to five? Catty? Cat..? Catastrof?"
-"What?"
- "change the channel, you have the remote."
- "....mmm....huh?"
- "oh nevermind."
....
- "...what!?"
- "you never listen to me. You hog the remote. And most of the covers."
- "but I'm cute baby."
- "get off it. you don't care like you used to."
- "aw, snookums. I'm cute. here. look at my cute ears. purr purr lets snuggle.."
- "you sneaky little, aw, lick lick lick lick, you are cute..."

I got me a new phone, The Sony Ericsson s500i - and shot this video with it. Perle was expecting a picture as she declares "smile, smile smiiiiiile - klick!"

"music is 70% of a commercial" brukade Paul Arden muttra "sometimes 90%", och här har vi en klockren nittiprocentare. De drömskt chokladmurriga mörka scenerna hade ju inte varit något alls utan låten Julien Jacob's Cotonou, med extra vinylknaster och en klistrig sångrefräng på ett påhittat språk. Snacka om att understryka drömvärld, där vår hjältinna till och med viskar till sig själv, äter vi riktigt mörk choklad eller droppar vi nån slags högkoncentrerad bakad hasholja? :) I vilket fall som helst är jag övertygad om att filmen, som nog inte imponerar så mycket på gamla luttrade reklamrävar som vill se en stark idé, kränger asmycket mörk choklad till de som redan knarkar höga halter kakao. Min mamma inräknat. Jo, hon har ätit sig igenom varje sort, och sedan den här filmen kom ut letar hon efter just Marabou Premium för att få sin fix. En tiopoängare tack vare sången.

Google blogscoped asks if Social Network Emails = Spam? and the answer is, no it's not spam it's bacn. Now, how do you like your eggs?

Since I'm a cat-luvah, I prefer the dramatic cat, of course.

Going through backups I found this film that shows just what kind of sexay it takes to procreate with moi, in all its grainy nightvision video glory. Paris eat your heart out. My man is an animal.

(ps - if it ain't obvious, the film is shot by a third party witness to the pig snorting, our good mate Thomas who also edited it together just in time for our hangovers.)

It's my birthday!

My demands are simple, a picknick and some art with my turtle, Graham. Here Graham demonstrates how to tickle mum silly. and leave little scratch marks.

Louisiana Art Museum!

Here we educate Graham about Art. This Warhol painting of Mao is exactly as old as me. Good trivia Graham!

he is too looking at the art - see I can prove it with a fuzzy enlargement.
tarah! Graham's favorite color is red.

By now, a QT movie should have loaded here below...

Graham races from beind my bag to me legs, he's seen a spot he'd like to burrow under....

What does graham most like to do? Burrow! He'll dig under nearly anything, but seems to prefer digging whereever I happen to be sitting at the moment. ;))

Graham wishes everyone happy holidays and a happy new year.

starring: Graham "jingle shells" Nessie. Peace!