Usually, when people complain about my affectations and affect, it's because I am, not to put too fine a point on it, a flaming ponce and they feel vaguely creeped out, because a man in makeup is a crime against the gods or some similar preposterous idiocy. I am very glad to discover that you don't subscribe to such notions, but I am on edge.
I don't know what she could want with your mailbox, but she might be able to read. that would be ... awkward to say the least. I suppose we better go find her, sometime soon. Maybe she's at the pond?
We're going to have to devise a way of keeping her in a tank most of the time, since I now have a cat and while I'm sure she's a sweetheart, cats meeting small, fast-moving things only ends in heartbreak for everyone.
Fine, I accept that you have reason to make the assumption. Nevertheless, it is objectively ridiculous. And I have no objections to any aspect of your affectations except the allergy to vocative proper nouns. What did they ever do to you? Anyway, it's technically inaccurate to call everyone "dearest". Superlatives don't work that way.
I don't think she's at the pond. Though perhaps you had better double check, as she evidently dislikes me for some reason. She could be hiding for reasons of her own.
I think some things are just ... lost in translation and in any case, it's a verbal tic at this point! I might as well try to stop blinking. So, darling, you'll just have to learn to cope with my verbal quirks.
I'll look at the pond and maybe ask around, in case someone's pet decided to try and snack on her. You never know with dogs and there are two around. And I distrust Eddie's ... whatever the hell that feline is. Hellcat, perhaps?
The cat -- she's a kitten, really -- was a present from Saphir. Or rather, an apology. He wished for a creature that I would find agreeable, to keep me company. She's very friendly, if, ah. Loud.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2014-01-23 12:01 am (UTC)Usually, when people complain about my affectations and affect, it's because I am, not to put too fine a point on it, a flaming ponce and they feel vaguely creeped out, because a man in makeup is a crime against the gods or some similar preposterous idiocy. I am very glad to discover that you don't subscribe to such notions, but I am on edge.
I don't know what she could want with your mailbox, but she might be able to read. that would be ... awkward to say the least. I suppose we better go find her, sometime soon. Maybe she's at the pond?
We're going to have to devise a way of keeping her in a tank most of the time, since I now have a cat and while I'm sure she's a sweetheart, cats meeting small, fast-moving things only ends in heartbreak for everyone.
JTZ
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Date: 2014-01-23 12:12 am (UTC)Fine, I accept that you have reason to make the assumption. Nevertheless, it is objectively ridiculous. And I have no objections to any aspect of your affectations except the allergy to vocative proper nouns. What did they ever do to you? Anyway, it's technically inaccurate to call everyone "dearest". Superlatives don't work that way.
I don't think she's at the pond. Though perhaps you had better double check, as she evidently dislikes me for some reason. She could be hiding for reasons of her own.
When did you acquire a cat? Or is it vice versa?
Even
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Date: 2014-01-23 12:15 am (UTC)I think some things are just ... lost in translation and in any case, it's a verbal tic at this point! I might as well try to stop blinking. So, darling, you'll just have to learn to cope with my verbal quirks.
I'll look at the pond and maybe ask around, in case someone's pet decided to try and snack on her. You never know with dogs and there are two around. And I distrust Eddie's ... whatever the hell that feline is. Hellcat, perhaps?
The cat -- she's a kitten, really -- was a present from Saphir. Or rather, an apology. He wished for a creature that I would find agreeable, to keep me company. She's very friendly, if, ah. Loud.
JTZ