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If you are thinking that maybe my new fandom is my cats, you are not wrong. But I'm totally rationing it. I promised myself I wouldn't picspam again until I'd had Sally a week, and now I won't do it again until I've had her a month. Unless they do something unutterably adorable, in which case I can't be held responsible for my actions.

So, I took today off and spent most of the morning wallowing in a nap on the couch with Jack sleeping on my legs and Sally on my back. The minute I got up to take a shower, though, they gacked my blankets.

( Jack and Sally, 1 week )

I kind of feel the need to disclaim because there are a couple people who've friended me recently? If you friended this journal because you thought I'd be posting about fandom all the time, and now you're here and it's cats and once in a while squee about bandslash or Torchwood or SGA, or every now and again fic, and you're bored or think my cats are ugly or something, defriend at will! Not that I can imagine wishing to escape pictures of cats, but whatever, you know. I accept many unusual lifestyle choices as valid!

I feel especially strongly about this today because yay my state is protecting gay marriage, and I spent a good couple hours watching P!atD clips on Youtube, and don't think those two aren't linked in my mind now because they are, they are; anyway. And last week I wrote directions that were disturbingly cat macro-esque, right down to 'The bridge. Go over it.' I have a lot of reasons to try and be open-minded about other people. *G*

And now I am going to steal my spot back and nap until right about bedtime, I think. ;-)