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Oct. 24th, 2004 07:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookwyrmWheee. Friday I was a party animal, and Saturday I was a hideous, shaggy and repulsive lumbering beast (the two were not, by the way, related). It was a good game. Though I did die, I died in a way I liked; single-handedly holding off a hoard of ravening zombies while the good guys got away. Go me, and stuff. 'Course then I got turned into an extra-spiffy zombie and had to go sniff spicy brains. I've still got scar putty stuck in my hair too.
Vanyel was sitting there waiting for me when I came in at 4am. So sweet! He pestered me until I picked him up and schnoogled for a while. I'm a little worried about Van; I think he's too bony. I give him plenty of dry food and feed him the wet stuff daily, and he seems to eat okay, but I can feel his ribs. Maybe I'm just too used to having overweight cats or something, but it does seem like he's lacking some padding. Right now he's sitting on my hands while I type. Yay warm hands.
Vanyel was sitting there waiting for me when I came in at 4am. So sweet! He pestered me until I picked him up and schnoogled for a while. I'm a little worried about Van; I think he's too bony. I give him plenty of dry food and feed him the wet stuff daily, and he seems to eat okay, but I can feel his ribs. Maybe I'm just too used to having overweight cats or something, but it does seem like he's lacking some padding. Right now he's sitting on my hands while I type. Yay warm hands.
