An Open Letter to the Furry
Nov. 18th, 2006 07:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kennahijjaApologies for the whining recently – the past week was supremely shitty and stressful despite the revelation that is chai latte, so venting for a second felt good despite the overdramatics. Now, however, I'm basking in the afterglow of fic finishing, Friday-from-hell being over, and much fun having been had with Hexe Teh Cat :). And there'll hopefully be Christmas market crawling with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hummelchen tomorrow!
Dearest Cat!
In the name of all household members, I'd like to express my most humble gratitude for your heroic defence of our garden. When the arch enemy (white fur with some striped grey, about half your size and generally loathsome) sneaked towards our helpless garden fence with evil intent, taking cover under the neighbour's caravan, you threw yourself into the fray (or well, into the leek patch right in front of the fence), hissing at the top of your lungs with your fur up to gain another half cat in size.
Although the arch enemy (a pushy critter, albeit with a cute face) made several forays towards the fence (every time you had your back turned, in fact), you always managed to beat him back with the sheer power of your growl and stare alone (though the fluffed-up tail may have played a part as well).
Your most shining moment came when you actually threw yourself out of the already closing back-door of the house, streaked up the stairs and charged the approaching villain at top speed among hisses and much blowing up o fur until the coward retreated under the caravan again and was not much later seen sauntering off towards less hostile pastures and, I suspect, in search for more accomodating female company.
Be that as it may, Cat, you saved us from such hostile incursion into family territory, so I can only unconditionally praise your unselfish catriotism and integrity. The Axis of Furry Evil is helpless before you and Cat, you rock!
Indeed, you rock so much that I will overlook your night-time excursion into my wardrobe to go to sleep on my freshly laundered towels as a well-deserved compensation and will therefore regard excess hair as an attempt to provide me with more warmth. For which thanks, Cat.
I will also, in the light of your courageous display, refrain from making fun of your expulsion from the Amalgamated Union of Housecats for behaviour unbecoming a cat. You are not lazy, merely... energetically challenged. Instead of taking the hard way to your desired observation spot on the window sill – via chair seat, headrest, cupboard, curtain – you chose to creep under said chair, rather than up on it, then jowled at the top of your lungs about your plight. While I was sitting there at the table trying to pen fic, and threw my pencil all over the place as a consequence. Since you also jowl and scratch whenever I lift you up onto the sill, I guess there's no aiding you in this, your quest.
I have, however, noticed with admiration your efforts to be re-accepted into the Union of Housecats by passionately running up several trees in the garden. Brava, gatta! Keep up the good work!
There will be cheeze pizza with mushrooms and editing tonight. Yay!
hummelchen tomorrow!Dearest Cat!
In the name of all household members, I'd like to express my most humble gratitude for your heroic defence of our garden. When the arch enemy (white fur with some striped grey, about half your size and generally loathsome) sneaked towards our helpless garden fence with evil intent, taking cover under the neighbour's caravan, you threw yourself into the fray (or well, into the leek patch right in front of the fence), hissing at the top of your lungs with your fur up to gain another half cat in size.
Although the arch enemy (a pushy critter, albeit with a cute face) made several forays towards the fence (every time you had your back turned, in fact), you always managed to beat him back with the sheer power of your growl and stare alone (though the fluffed-up tail may have played a part as well).
Your most shining moment came when you actually threw yourself out of the already closing back-door of the house, streaked up the stairs and charged the approaching villain at top speed among hisses and much blowing up o fur until the coward retreated under the caravan again and was not much later seen sauntering off towards less hostile pastures and, I suspect, in search for more accomodating female company.
Be that as it may, Cat, you saved us from such hostile incursion into family territory, so I can only unconditionally praise your unselfish catriotism and integrity. The Axis of Furry Evil is helpless before you and Cat, you rock!
Indeed, you rock so much that I will overlook your night-time excursion into my wardrobe to go to sleep on my freshly laundered towels as a well-deserved compensation and will therefore regard excess hair as an attempt to provide me with more warmth. For which thanks, Cat.
I will also, in the light of your courageous display, refrain from making fun of your expulsion from the Amalgamated Union of Housecats for behaviour unbecoming a cat. You are not lazy, merely... energetically challenged. Instead of taking the hard way to your desired observation spot on the window sill – via chair seat, headrest, cupboard, curtain – you chose to creep under said chair, rather than up on it, then jowled at the top of your lungs about your plight. While I was sitting there at the table trying to pen fic, and threw my pencil all over the place as a consequence. Since you also jowl and scratch whenever I lift you up onto the sill, I guess there's no aiding you in this, your quest.
I have, however, noticed with admiration your efforts to be re-accepted into the Union of Housecats by passionately running up several trees in the garden. Brava, gatta! Keep up the good work!
There will be cheeze pizza with mushrooms and editing tonight. Yay!
