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Crotcrank
Am so cranky/crotchety I could invent a whole new word for it. Like crotcrank. Actually I rather like that and I have to snap out of this soon because I'm normally the one who snaps other people out of it. Hubby is currently looking at me in a bewildered fashion and offering me the TV remote out of fear.
Anyway I've done the usual cheer-me-up things - wasted ages choosing a new David Tennant icon and then gone for one of the first ones I saw - and sighed over my
metamorfic_moon story, which has given me no trouble whatsoever, apart from the fact that it's weird, I'm not in a romantic mood (which is a snag as it's my genre) and I've written 2000 words without a prompt in sight. It also shows every sign of wanting to be an epic, and I really didn't want it to be. So that's crotcranked me off as well.
Right, whinge over. If anyone hasn't seen the R/T picture
drumher did, to illustrate one of
mrstater's fics, then it's great and I just love the colours, expressions, hair and both sets of feet. The only thing I can draw is horses and they have yet to feature in any R/T story I've done. Now there's an idea... ;)
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I think we now know how Crookshanks got his name. And erm, his bandy-legged walk.
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I call him Crookshanks. There's a certain glint in his eye as he looks at you that suggests he thinks he's smarter than you are. He gives dogs a death stare and they back off. And his back legs are a bit bandy. I'm sure Hermione's left him here while she's off hunting horcruxes... ;)
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All cats look at you like that, though, don't they? I think they look upon us as we look upon dogs: 'You're clearly an inferior species; however, I am tolerating your presence as, occasionally, you amuse me.'
In my head, all cats sound like Alan Rickman.
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I look at him with a glint in my eye, and then think: 'Oh but you're so cute in your thickness!'
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My two are shaping up to be one of each kind of cat, I think. Jack's a lover, not a fighter - all he really wants is to snuggle up to me, have his tummy tickled, and sleep, but Meg won't let him rest - she's always coming over and prodding him to wake him up and make him play with her. And she likes to climb. She'll be the one stuck up a tree, I just know it.
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Less than a week til birthday... ;)
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Obviously when I get my Birthday icon, I shall be writing a Remus/McGonagall pole dancing fic ...
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Speaking of going round and round, I'm looking forward to that pole dancing fic.
Just imagine the uses McGonagall really has for that scratching post...