Catblogging:

[nilchance]

This morning, Millie had to go to the vet for a recheck and for some dental work. So we round her up and zip her into the travel bag, with Samwise lounging on the couch next to it. Sam watches up stuff his sister into the bag. Then, not five seconds later, Millie begins yowling sullenly to let her servants know of her displeasure. Sam sits straight up, alarmed despite watching her go into the bag, and comes over to sniff at her. He pats the bag, sympathetically, and we all go "aww."

And then the idiot steps on the bag and stands directly on Millie's head.

*facepalm*

Our boy, ladies and gentleman. He's very special in the brain.

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[beetle-breath.livejournal.com]

Rimmer runs from ants. Ants! He loves grasshoppers (as is evident by the bits he leaves scattered around the house) but a teeny tiny ant sends him running the other way.