Sunday, November 20, 2016


It's past 2 am. My 16+ year old Icy is back to barking-snapping wars with his favourite fangless foe, Kenchu. He's fully recovered and appears slightly stronger. Both want my sympathy after their really heroic masculine performances (icy fell back on his butt on the bed, k tripped himself on the blanket).

I have none to give. My only thing against males of any species is that they're black holes of sympathy. Not the worst things to have around for a bleeding heart, a wellspring of joy, etc. (sponge up the excess) but it's the bloody  timing of it.

They're programmed to the last by kp5 spikes tonight. And the rising solar-driven (or cosmic muon?) wind.

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