Triumph!

[yakalskovich]

Triumph no. 1, done as a facetious letter:

Dear Liberal Democrats of Germany, you are fucked. You are so fucked, there isn't even a word for it. It's only one state, you may say, but two more are set to vote soon, and you will cease being a part of the political landscape. We hate you now the way you've deserved to be hated since 1982. Absolutely no love, your former* electorate.

Triumph number 2:

The first mosquito of the year came inside tonight. The cats hunted it, but I ultimately killed it, flattening it against the wall. I won't be stung tonight!



* I never voted for them, as I remembered they are a bunch of opportunistic traitors ever since 1982, but everybody else has now, after 30 years, woken up to that fact as well.

Comments

[yakalskovich]

Anything bigger than a fly instills terror in Lucifer, I'm afraid. He's the biggest coward ever.

And they're neither worth- nor useless. They are very useful in relaxing and amusing me. I don't want to imagine whom all I would have slain, killed with fire, and smited with thunderbolts if not for my cats de-stressing me.

[paceisthetrick]

LMAO

You should see the kittens chasing the dogs down the street. It's quite entertaining.

Siamese are FEROCIOUS!

[yakalskovich]

My cats are only mock-ferocious to each other. They stage battle and murder scenes for their own entertainment, and mine.

[paceisthetrick]

I love that stage kittens go through where they just attack one another all day long. One will be eating and POUNCE! The other one gets him. One will be sleeping and KOWABUNGA! The other one bites him. I wish they never had to grow up.

Of course my household would be demolished but I'd be happy.

[yakalskovich]

KOWABUNGA.

Yep, that's exactly what they're like from time to time. Especially now it's spring.

[paceisthetrick]

It's hot here so mine are all draped all over the furniture trying to stay cool. And shedding. Everywhere. Like I think I have fluff in my lungs.

[yakalskovich]

Yes, mine have started shedding as well. There are drifts of fluff in every corner.