Do I wake or sleep?

Alert! Alert!

Betsey Johnson, which is going out of business (mostly), has SLASHED their prices--both in stores and online! I'm picking up an adorbs green snake print miniskirt and some cute lil' black hose.



HOW CUTE IS THIS?!

Be ye warned, the website is really wonky. I had to call them directly to place the order, then their software at the customer call center is also wonky, and I ended up going online after all, It took me awhile finally to get the order through but it was worth it because it's BETSEY MOTHERFUCKING JOHNSON.

That is all.

...Green Puppeh Born in--Where Else?--New Orleans!



DOODness!

So amid all this angst and turmoil I give you this, courtesy of my friend Xinher:

The link is to a virtual doggie, whom you can command. You can tell him to sit, roll over, etc.

It will bring a smile to your face!

Thanks to xinher I have been giggling madly for the past hour at these adorable little creatures, all from Cute Overload:

Dude, What?

Why did you turn on the light? Just—

Look. I cannot deal with you right now. Look—I'm going back to sleep.



If you're not gonna turn the light off, I'm gonna go get something to eat. I'm just gonna chill by the bowl.



Man.

I wonder how my MySpace is doing.

I gotta update that mofo. I've got friends on it and everything. Like 83 friends, man. It's awesome.

Yeah.



Here's another:

Helpless ferret being forcibly cleaned by determinely maternal Cat.


My makeup is all ruined now but it's worth it.

So I got to spend lots of quality time with my new little one (and my horrible big kitty, Tatiana, who is also still my baby, as she reminds me firmly). Tiberius is getting very comfortable in the apartment, and REALLY loves the bedroom. He adores hiding under the bureau and behind the door, notwithstanding Tatiana's hisses when she sees him. The absolute cutest thing is when he spies that other strange cat in the mirror, that one that has stripes and big agate-colored eyes--he attacks it (bumping his little furry head against the glass) or does Halloween Kitty, all hump-backed and fluffed-up fur and that sideways hopping walk toward the mirror. I just cannot BEAR it, I will die from terminal cuteness. They're going to find me stretched out on my floor, and New York 1 will do a public health alert about the importance of getting your cuteness immunity shots updated.

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He is bonding nicely with me, and does making-bread on my tummy in the mornings and when I get home (all drunk on purring). You don't know cute until a kitten makes bread on your tummy, purringpurringpurring the whole time. Rrrrrrrrr........ He was also waiting for me on my bedroom floor this morning when I got up, all bright eyed ("Good morning, Mommy! Can I make you some coffee?"), even though he KNOWS that's Tatia's turf. He doesn't seem to fear her--he respects her hissing and doesn't come closer, but he doesn't get defensive or upset. But he's all boy and just as often he gets all fewocious and wants to attack my hand, which is a very boy-cat thing to do (T.C. did this all the time, whereas Tatia never does). I'll try to give him kisses and he's all "Ma! I don't want yucky kisses, I wanna play guns!" Then he'll wrap his widdle kitten paws around my wrist and kickkickkick with his bunny feet and be all Alligator Mouth. Because he is Fewocious.

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Tatiana, of course, is unhappy, and spends most of her time in the loft. It hurts me to see her so upset. I've been giving her extra head skritches and tummy rubs (when she'll let me--she hisses at me when she smells Tibby on my hands). I adore her and really want her to feel happier soon; soon she'll realize she's the alpha cat in the apartment and she needs to teach his little brother what's up.

*Hail Emperor Tiberius! We who are about to die from cuteness salute you!

From a faraway land, the savage beast walks among us, menacing us with her cold ferocity, her mighty huntress instincts honed to an edge:

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...is when a certain fuzzy ferociling leaps into your lap from behind, taking you unawares. Rapidly the creature takes over your lap and occupies every available, loungeable spare inch. Purring ensues. Once a successful attack has been executed, there's really nothing you can do. Just lie back and every so often, bend your head to administer kisses.