The Lyorn's Den

When I sleep, my cats lie on my cover.
And when someone tries to wake me, I learned today, they try to scare them away.

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Happy new year to everyone!

I have emptied a bucket of water on the balcony to cool it down a bit, and Tully the Tabby laid down right in the water.

Guess where he and his damp fur are now... and if you say "on your lap, and, um, aren't you wearing white trousers today?", you win a virtual cookie.

I was woken this morning at half past five by a heap of baking trays and baking dishes clattering on the stone floor. I had put them on a chair a few days ago when I was using the oven, where they are usually stored, and had been too lazy to put them back.

I had not even put on my glasses and extrated myself from the comforter when the screaming began.

Serious Cat Jerome hates, just hates loud noises. But he does not run and hide, oh no. All this adrenaline has to go somewhere, so he attackes his brother Tullamore the mild-mannered tabby with teeth and claws. (As often as not there is blood on the floor.)

Maybe I should let them fight it out, that has been the recommendation so far. But this damanges Tully, and it is not the usual fights about who gets to have/keep the fluffy pillow, or who has looked at whom sideways. It's Jerry losing his marbles and running amok because of an external trigger.

Aleister and Eliphas were fighting occasionally, which was quite cute. Fur was flying, but there wasn't a scratch on them.

I try to calm down the kittes and show them that there's nothing to fear by giving them a treat if I have been the one causing the noise. But noise happens without me. This morning, I put them into different rooms and went back to bed, but even now, close to four hours later, Jerry is stalking Tully, Tully is growling, Jerry hisses, Jerry refuses food, Tully is hiding in his box, and I have to leave in an hour and really don't know what to do.

The drama, having delivered its impact, lay inert. The cats, less so. The rest of life slogged on.

( Wednesday: Cats )

( Thursday: Dress-up )

( Friday: Cats, again, and laziness )

( Saturday: Doing something wrong here )

( Sunday: Two ruins and a lot of sun )

And then it was Monday.

Looking at the calendar, it's only 3rd of April, but today's weather was more like early May: Warm and sunny, and the plums and almonds were already in bloom. The meadows in the valleys were bright green, though up in the hills they were still yellow and brown -- not enough time to grow yet, and not enough rain.
( Getting some fresh air, and a Brotzeit )

( Playing the Box Game with the cats )

In a perfect world, I would not have to work, and would get all the sleep I need, however strange my natural sleep cycle.

In a less-than-perfect-but-kind-of-ok world, I would go to sleep at 2 am and get up at 9.

In the real world, ( Read more... )

The "I write like" meme: http://iwl.me/

Another ETA: Making Light strongly suspects that this is bait prepared by a vanity publisher. I didn't even see any "rest of the text". Advanced case of filtering, I guess.

(Note: Be careful if you follow the below links, the design is what I thought cool in the heyday of Geocities. Protect your eyes.)

I fed it nearly all of the stories I had written in English, and got
- Chuck Palahniuk for Burning Bright, for an attempt at Highlander fanfic, and for a fragment inspired by reading too much Torchwood fic.
- Isaac Asimov for an OC deathfic with dark romance, cosmic powers and deals with devils.
- James Joyce for Collisions in Time. (WTF?)
- Stephen King for First We Take The Fridge... (ROTFL)
- J. K. Rowling for The Black Dragon's Son (that actually makes sense)
- Dan Brown for A Winter's Tale (I'm really wondering about the algorithm now)

Summa summarum, inconclusive. Which is good as far as I am concerned.

Moar ETA: If I paste in Charles Stross' "Overtime", it says "Chuck Palahniuk". On Gaiman's "We Can Get Them For You Wholesale" it say "H.P. Lovecraft". It correctly recognises the first three pages from "The King of the Golden Hall" as Tolkien.

Son of ETA: They are playing around wit it on Making Light.

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In other news, Snow and I fenced in the rest of the balcony today. It looks very chickenwire-y. Cats are outside now, enjoy the cool and wait for moths to hunt.

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ETA: Link. Dear History Channel your programs on the so-called "World War II" are completely unrealistic

Title: Jerry und seine Spießgesellen (1/1)
Author: the Lyorn
Language: German
Words: ca. 1,500
Setting: original
Rating: 6
Genre: Humour, Cats, Crime
Summary: Sie waren jung, verfressen, und kriegten alle Türen auf.
Anmerkungen: Danke an I___ für's Katzenhüten, an Tully und Jerry für die Inspiration, und an mad_freddy für's Betalesen.
Kritik und Kommentare sind willkommen.
Webpage link: [html] [txt].

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Winter might be officially over, but I'm still freezing.

Have a cat picture:

Have updated my webpage with a bunch of recipes (in German): Schoko-Mandel Gugelhupf, Kürbis-Ingwer-Suppe, and how to cook eggplant in the mircrowave.

Am very tired. Maybe I banged my head harder the day before yesterday than I thought I did.

Also, here's a cat pic: