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Puppies and kittens and ♥s!
I'm late but... HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
faechan!!!
Lea, my aunt's dog, gave birth to 5 puppies last night!
We thought she was going to have just 3 puppies, so we found only 3 people to give them to; now that there are 2 more, we'll have to find someone else soon to take care of them. Mum is already making noises about taking one.... but I want a cat, not another dog! We already have two and everytime I ask her about getting a cat, she tells me "No, Nasssty, we already have two dogs. We can't take another pet.".... unless it's another dog, apparently. /o\
Don't get me wrong, I love puppies (especially if they're even a tenth like Lea) but I like cats better.
Anyway, we might go see them tonight or tomorrow (so I can take some pictures ♥!)
In other news, the Cat!AU (that I've been referring to as "We Are So Purring") is now at 800ish words... and Brendon has yet to meet the other cats (/o\). I have told my sister how I want the story to go (even if she is not in Bandom, so I had to stop multiple times to explain who was who and what and where) and she seems to like it, but her not being in bandom means she can't tell me if I'm doing it right or not. Also, it's a bit frustrating when you already have all the story planned in your head but everytime I pick up a pen I start sketching scenes instead of writing them because, for me, illustrating is easier than telling. The thing is, I found an old "story block" I bought last year and never used and I started plotting the story there, so now I have something that resemble a storyboard and I've been using that as reference... but translating my sketches in actual words is hard.
Ok, now that I've whined about it I can start again *wanders back to the googledoc*
ETA: I've decided that cat!Ryan's collar will be lacey
ETA2: sort-of-drabbles in the comments
faechan!!!Lea, my aunt's dog, gave birth to 5 puppies last night!
We thought she was going to have just 3 puppies, so we found only 3 people to give them to; now that there are 2 more, we'll have to find someone else soon to take care of them. Mum is already making noises about taking one.... but I want a cat, not another dog! We already have two and everytime I ask her about getting a cat, she tells me "No, Nasssty, we already have two dogs. We can't take another pet.".... unless it's another dog, apparently. /o\
Don't get me wrong, I love puppies (especially if they're even a tenth like Lea) but I like cats better.
Anyway, we might go see them tonight or tomorrow (so I can take some pictures ♥!)
In other news, the Cat!AU (that I've been referring to as "We Are So Purring") is now at 800ish words... and Brendon has yet to meet the other cats (/o\). I have told my sister how I want the story to go (even if she is not in Bandom, so I had to stop multiple times to explain who was who and what and where) and she seems to like it, but her not being in bandom means she can't tell me if I'm doing it right or not. Also, it's a bit frustrating when you already have all the story planned in your head but everytime I pick up a pen I start sketching scenes instead of writing them because, for me, illustrating is easier than telling. The thing is, I found an old "story block" I bought last year and never used and I started plotting the story there, so now I have something that resemble a storyboard and I've been using that as reference... but translating my sketches in actual words is hard.
Ok, now that I've whined about it I can start again *wanders back to the googledoc*
ETA: I've decided that cat!Ryan's collar will be lacey
ETA2: sort-of-drabbles in the comments
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The thread up there is full of awesome!
We are so purring! What a great title for the fic. I'm so stupidly excited about this it's almost embarrassing :D
(Also, guinea pig!FOB made me giggle pretty hard *g*)
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It started as a joke, but it looks like I'll have to title the fic like that...
(Hee! They used to live in different cages because Andy thought that it would be better to keep them separated, since Pete was kind of a handful, but when Joe and he moved in together, Pete spent all his time with his little paws between the bars of his cage trying to reach Patrick and looking at Joe with hopeful eyes. Joe bought a bigger cage because he couldn't live with a sad Pete, but Patrick didn't look very happy with the new arrangement, at least not at first. He kept scurrying on the second level of the cage and moving the toys around to block Pete on the first level.
Not that it ever worked for long. Pete always found the way to overcome the barricades and launch himself at Patrick, pressing his nose into Patrick's fur and sighing Patrick's name in relief. After a week, Patrick stopped running and just rolled over when Pete wanted to snuggle.
... I'm going mad. Please, stop this nonsense. Love, me)
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