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Well this was supposed to be post of fic but *gah* so instead you get post of randomness of the humor and weird variety.

Driving home from work yesterday I saw a guy on a motorcycle in full Scottish garb- the kilt, the sporran, everything. I'm assuming he was on his way down to the Renaissance Festival, but the kilt was whipping around in the wind and I could only imagine the windburn he was going to get.

I thought it would be the weirdest thing I saw this week. I was wrong. Driving home from dropping daughter off this evening I stopped for a woman in a crosswalk walking what I thought was an ugly dog and carrying a teddy bear. Nope. She was carrying a little dog thing (not sure the breed but tiny and poofy and yippy) and walking a CAT. A rather pissed off looking gray Persiany-looking cat on a green leash.

It was quite a weird thing to see. Although, considering I got stuck working late because I spent 20 minutes explaining to someone one how 60 is MORE than 45 rather than less, maybe ending on a weird note is a good thing.

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If The X-Files can be trusted (and in this case I find it believable), some people live in places with rules about how many pounds of "pet" you're allowed to own, and I know others are scared and intimidated by any dog that's bigger than a medium sized cat. But I was raised with big, doggy dogs so I have trouble thinking of the teeny ones as full dogs - they sort of seem like, well, toys, albeit toys with a lot of personality. I guess that's how the group got its name. *g*

My brain just has difficulties with the picture of a 3 pound dog and 13 pound cat together in the same household.

Heh. I'd be afraid my cat would accidentally injure the dog or intimidate it to death.

Prompts can be good! I'm freaking out a little over how short the Happyfest deadline is, but I just need to remember I've done drabbles in less than a week before. I certainly value a good brick wall to smack my head into from time to time, but I try to discourage my friends from it. :) ::hands you pillows::

awww, there's that icon again!

I grew up with a big dog too- a german sheppard. I know a lot of people love small dogs, but.... not for me. Unless I find one that needs me, I guess.

I want to get more animals- a dog or another cat, but fuzzbutt's too old and set in his ways. And cutting off the blood supply to my feet at the moment (he's taken over my lap and part of my keyboard)

With the right prompt/idea I can write a drabble in no time at all. Even longer stories can be a breeze. But it depends on so many factors and how deep the story is. Something light is easier than finding the right tone of something dark or deep

maybe we should just chow down on donuts instead?

I want to get more animals- a dog or another cat, but fuzzbutt's too old and set in his ways.

Aww, I know what you mean. I'm starting to feel that way about the Fuzz, especially in a one-bedroom apartment - I think he might be able to get used to a dog if it was the right dog. (His first animal housemate was a dog and they were great friends.) But I feel like another cat would just be too upsetting. Maybe if I'd done it when he was younger.

Something light is easier than finding the right tone of something dark or deep

::nods:: True, especially with prompts I think.

All right, I am definitely walking up for donuts tomorrow morning. Or... this morning, I guess. :) I'd like to share!

All right, I am definitely walking up for donuts tomorrow morning YAY!!!!!!!

One bedroom apt + many animals= very little space. *nods*