Lothithil's DarkElf Journal

Still alive, still hearding cats

2018-03-11T17:02:48Z

Hello! Mojo sends greeting and whiskers and apologizes for our long absence.
From her favourite spot, she naps with concentration.
Macajah looks on in alarm...
Stunned, she collapses to the floor, snoring.
Wait a minute! That is not a kitteh! Grizzly, our occasional weekend guest, is an honorary cat.
Mojo inspects the clean towels for fluffiness and comfort.
Now who would throw away a perfectly good kitteh?!?
And introducing our newest addition, Pepper! She is a handful. Literally.
And ridiculously cute.
With sharp, pointy, nasty claws. See how she has conquered the scratchin' post!

Happy Birthday, lolmac!

2015-10-24T16:36:55Z

Hope you get a big ol' birthday cake! And that you share it with me! LOL

Many happy returns, and trout!

We're ready for our close-ups, Mr. DeVille

2015-09-27T22:35:40Z

Reign of the Molly Queens! Rub my belleh!

2015-09-27T22:33:07Z

So, this happened!

2013-10-02T02:47:39Z

Me, at the Renn Faire 2013

Chez le Chat

2013-09-01T04:41:51Z

So it has been a coon's age (whatever that means, a colloquialism from my modest upbringing) since I posted. I should speak up and let everyone know that I have not, indeed, been slain and consumed by my new kittens. I look at my LJ everyday, but lurk more than journal.

Here's what I've been doing this summer:
Remember when they looked like this?

Mojo and Micajah got REALLY big ...

... and they demolish my apartment...

Then, when they get caught, they become "Cute" like this

And this

But it wasn't long before this happened

It is so lovely to be a kitteh-mama again. Every scratch and every purr is heaven.

The Advetures of Mojo and Micajah verses the Poop Thief

2013-06-25T02:42:18Z

My new kittens Micajah (white paws, stripes and patches, violent temperament) and Mojo (tiny tabbico with spots and some stripes, slightly less homicidal tendency) are pictured above, napping peacefully. This is not what they look like now. I'd show you a picture of what they are doing now, but they are literally racing around the house so fast, all I see is blue and red Doppler Effect streaks.

They always get a little wound up when I clean the litter boxes. Mostly, I have to confess this with a wicked grin, because I sing a certain song while I'm cleaning. I sing the song of The Poop Thief, and it gets them so wound up it is hilarious.
With expressions of great offense on their small, cute, furry faces, they watch me scoop out the boxes and put in clean litter. Then they race around, biting the shit out of anything that moves, mostly each other, and track through the clean litter.

Afterward, there are kitty treats to be had, and nap time when they finally exhaust themselves.

Above, Mojo knows the Three Foot Rule regarding the Comfy Chair.

Sleeping peacefully, now that they have tired of gnawing on each others ears and tails. Micajah is on top (as usual).

Please welcome Mac and Mojo!

2013-05-06T04:54:37Z

A home isn't a home without kittehs. My home isn't, anyway. Since my dear Zaphod and Pippin departed last year, I have been healing and hoping for new friends to lavish with the love that my boys taught me to share.

Mr. Mervyn Softpaws has done much to comfort my loss, but he spends most of his time catting around the neighborhood. I began to yearn for close cuddles and purr-bandits.

Last Friday I was honored to be allowed to adopt two brothers into my home. Here they are:

Mac has white booties and sharp pointies. He's
a little bigger than his brother, but usually loses
the wrestling matches.

Mojo is quick and hard to catch in a picture. He
has a red patch on his little nugget and motley
patterns on his paws.

Mervyn and the lads talk and play through and under the door of the small room that has been designated 'Save Kitteh Zone'. They get out to explore while I am home. They are both very good at using the litter box for what it is for. Yay!

I have scratches on my hands and bite-marks on my ankles. I haven't been this happy in months. I miss my lads. I tell my new boys about them and give them all the love I've learned from them.

Goodbye, Zaphod

2012-08-08T13:50:45Z

Zaphod has begun his Forever Nap. The best kitty and friend that I could hope for, I miss him terribly.

Hotel Kitty

2012-08-04T21:53:50Z

My AC croaked today, so I moved my kittehs and myself into a hotel. My poor lads were suffering at 88 degrees in my apartment by the time I found a place with room that would accept my cats. We're all very comfortable with the AC running and lots of new corners and under-beds to investigate. I'm going to go take a shower and a nap.

And yes, I will be showing the bill to my maintenance man, who I think will reimburse me for the expenses. Especially since I've been asking him to replace that dinosaur unit for about four years.

Watch. This will be the last hot weekend of the summer, and in a month's time, I'll be complaining about being too cold! lol

Kitteh snuggles and whisker kisses!

Find a book, save my sanity

2012-07-08T00:08:25Z

Okay, fellow bookworms,
I've been asked by a friend to find a book. They read it a loooong time ago, back in high school, as part of their reading curriculum. We can't remember the title, or the author, but we believe the book was copyright in 1850, and is about a man who is in an asylum, who imagines that he leads a normal life outside.

My only other clue is that the book is seen in 'You've Got Mail" but since the entire story is about bookstores, that clue doesn't help me much!

If this sets off any bells, please comment. I haven't a clue, and it is driving me crazy! lol

Thanks!

Alas! Poor Keurig; I knew him, Horatio...

2012-05-08T15:32:58Z

Draining the last drops from my one cup of coffee.
It's like a Shakespearean tragedy. Only with more drama.

:p

Immortal in my memory

2012-04-20T22:41:24Z

I didn't have to run home from school to watch this-I wasn't in school yet! But I did love "Dark Shadows" with a passion.
Requiescat in pace, Mr. Frid. You helped ignite my imagination.

Jonathan Frid of ‘Dark Shadows’ dead at 87 - Chicago Sun-Times

I'd like to order a new pair of eyeballs, pls

2012-02-11T18:58:19Z

Because mine are just weird.

I went back to the eye doctor this morning, to ask if I could get my prescription adjusted. It didn't make sense to me that I should see WORSE wearing glasses than without them. Sure, I can read small print if I hold it close to my nose, but everything beyond is a gradually increasing blur. So the question has become: see everything except what I'm trying to read up-close, or be able to read up close and everything else is blurry.

So Dr. W (a different lady that I saw the first time, Dr. S) gave me a going-over, tested me with and without my specs, and gave me a new prescription that was completely different from the first one I got. So different, in fact, that the gal at the lab had to double-check before she would proceed to reorder my glasses! lol

And they want me to go in and get my eyes dilated. Again. *sigh*

Could be worse! I know that, and I count my many blessings ... such as my marvelous ((((Flist))))

You'll never believe what I saw on the bus t'other day, Beth!

2012-02-10T05:08:58Z

http://pictureisunrelated.memebase.com/2012/02/08/wtf-photos-videos-another-typical-day-on-the-bus/

The Year That Was

2011-12-31T19:00:30Z

Lots of stuff happened this past year: Death, travel, love, health changes. My hopes for next year are for more health and less death, maybe a little travel. And always, love. For everyone, for me.

Last January 13th I weighed 354.4. Today I tipped at 305.4. Diabetes, medication, and new eating patterns will combine to continue this trend. A pound a week doesn't sound like a lot, but it sure adds up!

My very best wishes to everyone in my Flist for a Happy and Safe New Year!

A is for Acorn

2011-12-26T23:49:12Z

My first attempt to prepare and consume an acorn squash!

First, I consulted my Vegetable Guru, alternatealto, for advice on preparing and cooking, and for reassurance that the green and orange objects I found in the Produce Isle weren't actually practical jokes.

I then halved, cleaned, and baked the objects, foregoing all the recipes I found online that urged me to drowned the poor things in sugar and syrup. I have now scraped the stuff out of the greenish shell and onto a plate. A little butter happened. Also some salt and pepper sprinkled.

Interesting flavour. Earthy, not quite like a potato, but hearty. I've eaten one half, and am now starting on the second. It is weird; my brain is crying out in protest (old childish protests against remembered or imagined yucky-ness), but my tongue is enjoying the food. I foresee this dish becoming a favourite. Certainly it is easy to cook... after I manage to cut the thing in half! lol

Next experiment: Artichokes. They look like alien pods, but lolmac assures me that they are not, and very much worth the effort of preparing.

OH! And YAY for good choices. My blood sugar level is only a few ml's above normal.

Take THAT, Diabetes! Pththththppththh!!! :p

:D

Half a pound a week

2011-11-30T04:35:31Z

I find it amusing, ironic, and gratifying that, now I have given up on diets and calorie counting and obsessing over my weight... I am losing weight steadily and slowly, about half a pound a week average.

Of course, I give credit where its due. I did learn better eating habits and cooking skills, developed tastes for veggies and fruit, and I not only drink more water, I crave a glass of cool, clean H2O over diet sodas or juices. Coffee and caffeinated tea I miss alot--you will still catch me sipping on some strong, sweet tea rather frequently, but I'm trying to stick to decaf.

I guess since I got back from my vacation, my metabolism has shifted a bit, and the occasional walks with J and the dogs (now single dog, poor Max is now playing in the meadow beyond the Rainbow Bridge) and the labour I perform at work is registering well as 'exercise' on my puffy ol body. I drug out my digital scale and am being bowled over every Sunday afternoon when I step up.

*sound of knocking on wood*

So, that's an earthquake?

2011-11-06T09:19:41Z

An earthquake of 5.6 magnitude rocked Oklahoma today, and was felt all over the midwest. All the way up here in quake-proof Kansas, we stared at the walls and each other as buildings shook around us. J thought it was the wind, which has been pretty gnarly today, but I immediately said 'No, this is an earthquake!'

Kittehs are all fine and nothing fell off the shelves, nor did a singularity open up in the earth as swallow the entire neighborhood. So, that's good.

Up Close & Personal with Zaphod

2011-10-01T17:45:25Z

All ur tunas r mine!

New Orleans in a day

2011-10-01T04:48:05Z

I'm very excited about my vacation. My guy and me will be passing through New Orleans on our way home, and we're looking at tours and attractions, trying to figure out what we're going to do with the time we have. I'm looking and thinking "we're gonna need more than a day!" lol

What do you NOLA natives suggest that a couple of tourists shouldn't miss? :D

Abandon Hope (unless you come bearing tuna)

2011-09-18T22:12:27Z

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Happier Than Thou

2011-09-18T19:15:32Z

The Unexpected Makes You Happy Also, pie.

You are the type of person who is good at everything you do. You are competent in many arenas.

You are bored by routine. You need some whimsy in your life to stay happy.

You are happiest when you appreciate what you have. Gratitude serves you well.

You find delight in so many things when you are open to them. It's not hard to make you happy. Just bring pie.

Fruit-filled w/ ice cream---whipped cream w/ all others.

Enormously silly. I love it!

2011-09-03T05:24:55Z

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Mmmm!

2011-08-27T22:53:16Z

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