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[kbk]

Oh dear. I just sat down at the computer for a little while but now I have a cat on me and I cannot possibly move. What a terrible shame. Lovely cat.

Not so lovely: the dead bird in the kitchen. Soon I will move and get dressed and get rid of the bird and take out the rubbish etc. And then go to Tesco - which has to be done before half-three because of the schoolkids and my fear - and get munchies, which are in seriously short supply around here. Also coke, because I now have withdrawal headache.

Also I just read a fic where the opening scene is "grandpa tell me how my daddies got together" and three chapters in has an explicit sex scene. Um. Ew?

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[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

Cats cause such terrible problems. Mine often compels me to sit and be waited on. Dreadful.

My aunt has an official house rule that the person under the cat is to be waited upon, which saves much dispute. The cat is also getting on a bit and reaching the level of laid-back where she will happily spend several hours on a knee. Useful, that.

Was the sex scene narrated lovingly by Gramps? Because that would be worrying.

[kbk]

No, thankfully it was not. In fact, there was very little relation between the prologue and the rest of it. It was just that I skimmed through and was highly disturbed.

Your aunt's house rule sounds like utter genius to me.

[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

"Oi were watchin' when yer daddy brought that young man back, and he were a foine handsome young man. Yer daddy didn't know about the peephole..."

I have tried to impose cat rule here but it doesn't work. The fact that she mostly sits on me does weaken my argument.