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LILLE FNUGG
- tone almhjell
- I grew up, then quickly un-grew up: At 33, I quit my job as a journalist to become a fantasy writer. It's still happening.
Snippets from Yore
Friends who blog
I always visit
- Bleubird: wonderful life
- Nio till fem: Sweet Sandra
- Sparkling Ink: pretty food in Finland
- Tollipop: cool Kirsten in Vegas
- Posie gets cosy: cosy, indeed
- Pioneerwomancooks: dadgum dinner
- Laini on writing: inspiring
- Patrick Rothfuss: fantasy genious
- George RR Martin: still waiting
- Randomcatproject: Kitty love
Books for my heart
- Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings
- Lindgren: The Brothers Lionheart
- Lynch: The Lies of Locke Lamora
- Rowling: Harry Potter
- Pullman: His Dark Materials
- Lindgren: Ronja the Robber's Daughter
- Martin: A Song of Ice and Fire
- Dickens: David Copperfield
- King: Bag of Bones
- Taylor: Blackbringer
- Card: Ender's Game
- Irving: A prayer for Owen Meany
- Zuzak: The Bookthief
My favourite
- Baby: Magnus
- First and last: Peter Pan
- Waste of time: Coffee shop musing
- Season: Autumn
- Smell: Coffee beans roasting
- Best friend: Linelo
- Star: Eivind
- Sound: River whispering
- Cookbook: Nigella Lawson: Feast
- Serious TV: Battlestar Galactica
- Sweet TV: The Gilmore Girls
- Colours: Purples and reds
- Holiday: Christmas
- Sweethearts: Pimsika & Balthus
- Music for walking: Arcade Fire
- Music for snoozing: Seabear
- Music for rainy days: Ella and Louis
- Feel happy movie: Love Actually
- Feel great movie: Vintage Star Wars
- Feel special movie: Amelie
4 comments:
Now you're just toying with me.
And it's totally working.
Little Isvan, do you want to be like your Viking forebears and visit North America? Instead of living in crude shelters on the coast of Newfoundland, you can come to the exciting megalopolis that is New York City, where you will enjoy cuddling, snuggling, the finest cat food available at our neighborhood Petco, and the occasional catnip treat. You will also have a big sister. A REALLY big one...who is very much accustomed to running the show around here, and...
...I think I just found the flaw with this whole plan. It weighs 15 pounds and its name is Ella. And it does NOT want a brother.
Sigh.
Oh, I understand that. The only way we even thought we could try to introduce a new cat in the house was by keeping one of Pims' kids.
But I'm starting to worry, she seems to loathe them these days. Either they're chasing her or she's chasing them, with much growling and hissing. Isvan gets the brunt of it, poor sweetheart, but I suspect he is a little uppity.
At least the family who bought him are adorable and seem to know what they're doing. He'll have a good life, I think.
Mosel!
(a new word I made up especially for Pims' kittens, meaning CUTE*$@*@**KILLINGME!)
so cute it hurts...
and boy have they gotten big!
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