In which I make a list and have idle-ish hands. Well, hand.
What’s that saying again – ‘Idle-ish hands are the devil’s skateboard’? Sounds right.
So my left (aka useful hand what are you even doing, righty, you suck at everything but mousing) was twinging a few nights ago, and so I am doing my best to resist doing repetitive shit with it for a couple of days just to be safe. I have been clutching tongs with it more or less all day for the last two days while I worked on making a pile of leotards match a pile of charmeuse scraps as perfectly as possible, so it’s a good thing that’s over. In lieu of anything requiring drawing or sewing, here are the names I’ve called my cat in the last 2 1/2 hours.
Moochikins
Moochface
Boobear
Boober kitty
Whosawhatsis
Monkey
Monkey face
Fluffy face
Buttmunch
Boopboopmoop
T’challa (he was being athletic)
Fluffbutt
Fluffy bear
Babyface
Baby butt
Send help, I think I’ve gone over the edge here.
Neurotic Owl 