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Jennifer E. Thomas
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It's almost like there are these periods where our relationship is smooth and steady, and then there are times when it's like standing on the edge of this gorgeous, wonderful waterfall and just letting yourself drop, knowing that there's a safe pool of water ready to catch you at bottom. You take the plunge and you're in wayyyy over your head, but oh man, it's exhilarating, it's breathtaking, it's just incredible and you feel better than you ever have before and the water is cool and refreshing and exactly what you needed.

Sam is my waterfall.

- LJ entry from 8/2005


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Enough is ENOUGH!

Pixel has been a happy camper since winter began to set in. Living out here in the boonies, amidst tons of fields, what happens is that the field mice all move in to the houses in the area for the duration. Doesn't matter how perfect a housekeeper you are, you get mice in the winter. Rural Texas living, gotta love it.

Anyhoo, Pixel has become quite the mouser these last couple of weeks, which, under normal, ordinary circumstances, I wouldn't complain about.

What I AM going to complain about is her penchant for depositing mouse corpses on my bed.

EW, okay?

Borderline symptom of the day: awakeawake

When I was about three, my parents and I lived in rural Vermont. We had this cat named Kitty (NEVER let your two-year-old name a cat; I was probably just pointing and identifying the creature before me, not handing out a handle), and she was a vicious hunter.

...as evidenced by the positively huge jackrabbit we found under my bed. On the second floor. Which none of us had seen her drag in, let alone drag upstairs and into my room.

I miss her; we were best friends. She died about ten years ago at the ripe old age of about 20. Badass cat, who loved me dearly; countless hours spent petting her on the couch while I'd read or watch TV, wake up every morning with her sleeping on my back or curled up on my legs.
I miss her.