So far, I have emails from:

aethyrkitten, aggiebell, an_caomhnoir, astraea_sophia, eryslash, franny_glass, gipsieee, ikel89, ja_samonikla, kaelikat, kyrielle, lapetiteflower, lessthanthree, lm, mangofandango, matrixleap, msdillydally, pennywhistle, psychopompous_9, ravnsdaughter, sihaya09, youvebeenpixied, Jesse H, Alessandra R

ADD ONS: atriel, carmencita, dolphin_daze, joannabarnum, Laura M.

As I was sick this week, I'm doing a quick extension-- anybody who was late now has until 12 midnight EST tonight to get in your questionnaires, and I'm going to send out swapper notifications tomorrow.

Basically, it just proves that anyone who says "awwww" at Olive in a "poor widdle disabled cat" kind of way instead of "omfg what an awesome, strong, sweetiepie" can just screw right off. Because girlfriend was EXCITED. When she wants to get somewhere, she figures it out. When she wants to play, she figures it out. She's pretty amazing, this little kitty of mine.



And then Nox was like "OMFG THIS IS THE BESSSSSST." (Mim, however, maintains that most forms of exercise are for suckers.)


( More cat laser pointer videos than you probably want to see, but it's my journal... so nyeh.Collapse )

Yes, our floor is littered with cat toys. They all have their favorites.

Mim loves the chirpy mouse that goes round and round in the plastic donut. She can bat it around without even getting up! (Basically the only time Mim gets into running around is when Nox is chasing her. Or if she hears a food can opening.)

Olive has a brown fuzzy ball with a black fuzzy tail-- she carries it around in her mouth and mewls proudly to prove she killed it dead.

Nox has his Funky Ass Mouse. We are now on Funky Ass Mouse v2.0; v1.0 finally got thrown away last month after a long and arduous search for a suitable replacement. Funky Ass Mouse (white plush with a crushed ping pong ball inside) is his faaaaaaavorite. It is so named because after being carried around in his mouth and drowned repeatedly in the water bowl, it is funky. It goes through the wash often. When he can't find it, he searches constantly and plaintively for it. He plays fetch with it. Sometimes he plays fetch with himself with it, tossing it in the air with his teeth, and then chasing it. On a few notable occasions, we've found it in a frying pan on the stove.

The laser pointer, though? Instant classic.