After FAR too long, Loiosh got to go to fighter practice again! & this is how he felt about it.
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, is meatloafed up on a green picnic table. His ears are stuck out at a variety of angles and he’s giving the camera some pretty epic side-eye. ]
… okay, look, no, he WAS really happy to be seeing people again, I just maybe didn’t get the best pics of the process. Continue reading cats: fighter practice edition
What with one thing & another yesterday (by which I mean my apparently unorthodox method of getting the new washer into the house) I was telling my roommate Inoru about other things I’ve done that … perhaps reflect a nonstandard risk assessment on my part. In this case, making loud BOOM noises with crude medieval weapons & black power. Continue reading BOOM, or, a Reminiscence
I promise Tyrava didn’t look like that inside all week. Continue reading Estrella: Lots of Estrella!
My first view of Estrella! Cos I got there before merchant check in opened, & then it got put off another half hour or so because the poor merchant coordinator had to rearrange some booths last minute. You could not PAY me to do that job.
But we got in soon enough, & then it was time to Set Up the Things. Continue reading Estrella Day 3: Setting up!
As with so many things, he started young.
He was just a couple months old when Queen Astrid met him & immediately fell in love. In the meantime I’m pretty sure I was getting gently scolded for not being at Midwinter where my Argent Hart was actually awarded. I explained that I had really wanted to attend, but I’d been working. In Hell. It was Walmart; close enough.
Much later, while living in Dragonsspine, Loiosh got into what would be a bad habit for anyone not as cute as he is.
Just LOOK how pleased he is with himself. Lil shit.
Fortunately everyone thought it was adorable. Both times. As witness:
& then a Battlemoor or so later …
Why yes, that IS one of the thrones of the Outlands.
Fortunately Queen Danielle, like her distant ancestor Queen Astrid, loves him.
I didn’t take these last two pics. I’m pretty sure I was facepalming, & also planning how to survive charges of lèse-majesté. Because it’s not like anyone’s gonna blame the CAT.
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My friend Ivar, who makes excellent pottery, took this picture of Hades, & I think it sums up both Hades’ natural magnificence, & also his truly spectacular talent at getting himself ENTIRELY TANGLED.
In any case, I usually don’t take a lot of Hades pictures because he’s a longhaired black cat & pretty often winds up being a fluffy blot, but I got a LOT of good Hades pictures this Battlemoor. Continue reading Battlemoor — Mostly Hades Edition