Sakina, maybe Bogie, Rumpole and Sweetie can form a support group--CWPBNCITHFNROTTTTCWWMTOBAWDDSSTFTIHPM (Cats Whose People Brought New Cats Into The House For No Reason Other Than To Torture The Cats Who Were Minding Their Own Business And Who Don't Deserve Such Shabby Treatment From The Inferior Hairless Pink Monkeys).

Khrome, I'm afraid you're more right than you realize.  Bogie and Rumpole have gotten over their first shock and are now picking on Gorey all the time.  He tries to be friendly, and  Hiss!  Growl!  SMACK!  He tries to go to the litterbox, and Hiss!  Growl!  SMACK!  He tries to walk across the room, and...well, you get the picture.  The poor thing is so twitchy that last night, when he was on my lap, I said "Why, hello Bogie" and Gorey's head jerked up to see if Bogie was going to smack him.  Sigh, sigh, and double sigh.

If you do get the mug, keep it far, far away from the dishwasher.  I've never seen anything so ruined from contact with hot water, and I'm counting a wool sweater I accidentally washed.

Panpeus, I don't think catnip is nearly strong enough for these cats.  I'm thinking kitty Haldol at the moment.  I could put up a webcam and have my own kitty reality show, but I do not want to know what they're up to when I'm at work.  Ignorance really is bliss.  8)

Hair:  I am wearing my hair--get ready for it--down today.    I'm getting a sore spot on my scalp from my usual buns since my hair was trimmed.  Those nasty ratty ends needed to go, but those nasty, ratty ends were invaluable in keeping my buns in place.  Now they tend to untwist and spit out little chunky locks of hair; plus I have to twist them very tightly to keep 'em together.  Hence, the sore scalp.  I foolishly thought I could bully the Wad o' Hair (tm) into a french twist.  Ha!  Then I tried a twist, held with a Ficcare (pronounced Fuc-are-ee--who knew?)  but the tail left over was too long to let flop around and too short for a bun.

I'm eventually going to face the fact that I have completely and totally outgrown my Ficcares.  But not today.    

So, with time running out, I put a headband on and it looked pretty good.  After 5 minutes I'd tossed my hair out of my face about 1,259 times so I put it into a half-up with one of my Christmas barrettes from Juri (the beige one)  and I spritzed the heck out of it with my aloe spritz.

I had to comb it out at noon but otherwise it's done pretty well.  Everyone was all excited  "You're hair is down?" even though I wanted to talk about the new psychosis that is Pat Robertson (most thankless job in the world:  Pat Robertson's spokesperson.  Can you say "monomania?"  Yeesh.)  It's nice to get hair compliments, though.  Usually no-one ever notices my hair--I can wear hairsticks with dangling, GID skeletons (in December, yet!) and nobody blinks an eye.  Oh!  I was talking to one of my mom's oldest friends and she told me that my mom told her that my hair was pretty!  A compliment from Mom!  Mom's not anti-long hair, she just prefers short hair as some people do.  Then K said something about me wearing turbans which I think is what mom calls the bandannas I only wear on weekends to protect the hair and aren't turbans at all.    We need to have a chat, I think.   8)

I need to unload several BPAL 5mls and LE's.  I haven't decided what to do.  The BPAL forum is overcrowded with swappers and I'd kind of like to trade for hairtoys because I am obsessed.   Oh well, if the cats drive me into an early grave it'll be my executor's problem, not mine.   8)

Sakina, I think mine would make me wear a flea collar as well as a T-shirt.  They still haven't forgiven me for the collars even though Rumpole "lost" his 3 years ago.

Well, things have quieted down a bit.  There's a little less growling but lots and lots of glaring and swatting.  I don't hope they'll ever get along.  I'm only hoping they'll stop overt hostilities.  Yes, I'm a c0ck-eyed optimist.   8)

I tried a new Ficcare style this weekend.  I seperated the front third of my hair and clipped it out of the way.  Then, I made a french twist with the remaining 2/3 of hair and fastened it with the Ficcare.  I made a bun of the rest of the hair and fastened it with Good Days hair pins just superior to the Ficcare.  Result:  ehh.  It looks a little funny.  I tried it today for work and it did look strange.  I took the Ficcare off and put a scrunchie around the bun and a couple of hairpins to hold the twist together.  The result is rather nice and I got a compliment on it. 

I't still going to figure out how to wear those @#$@$# Ficcares, though.  I looked too long and hard for the things to give up now.   

Mom's spending the night tonight.  It'll be interesting to see how Gorey reacts.  He's not overly fond of other people.  Me, however, he follows everywhere.  He hasn't gotten used to my thereness and is afraid I'll disappear and no more cuddles for Gorey!  He'll get used to it in time and will start to take me for granted like the rest.  I have faith in feline nature.

I bought a mini shrine from Silver Crow creations; a little thing consisting of a matchbox on a flat wooden round, all brightly painted with a picture of a cat skeleton inside (a cute cat skeleton, you know, Day of the Dead-type thing, not veternary school cat skeleton which would be cool, too, come to think of it.   )  I've had it for months, meaning to get around to decorating it and this weekend I did.  It looks great, too.  I'll have to post pictures once I have a means to do so.  HOWEVER, and this is the point of all of this, I wanted to put some catnip in a capsule for the shrine.  I was upstairs in the bedroom, rummaging through a drawer, when I found a small ziploc bag full of catnip.  It was old and had no scent even when I opened it up so I put the bag in my tote to take it downstairs the next morning.

Any guesses?

In the am Gorey jumped up to be petted and I noticed he was...gritty.  He also looked like he was covered with lint.  Of course it was the catnip.     Bogie was also covered with catnip and there was catnip all over my freshly cleaned carpet.  The bag had half a dozen holes chewed in it and the whole thing was a mess.

So much for my pitiful human sense of smell.   8)

I laquered the capsule before gluing it to the shrine, just in case.

I love my cleaning lady!  She cleans my house.  I love people who clean my house.   

I got my Goth Rosary scent pack this weekend!  I've been trying out the scents.  Antisally only sells things like conditioner, body spray, and lotion, not perfume oils, so I'm looking for layering products.  So far I LOVE Wicked (black leather and tobacco), which is soft and sweet; and Graveyard Dirt (supposed to be grass, dirt, and flowers, but on me it's just freshly cut grass and I think it'll go great with Zombi)

The samples are strips of paper soaked in the scent and sealed in little ziplock bags.  Once I've tried everything I won't need it anymore.  So, here's a special offer for regular journal readers:  the first person who tells me they want it can have it, free.  If no-one here wants the scent pack I'll post it over at the LHC with the same terms.  All you'll get is the scent pack; Antisally sent me a Twizzler but I ate it for lunch yesterday.   

I love that website, Sakina!  I want at least half of the pendants.  Shame on you, you enabler, you.   8)  OMG!!!  I just noticed that they have a Scary Santa picture!  I'd totally buy one for my nephew but I'm pretty sure that'd get me kicked out of the family.     It's tempting, though.     Maybe I'll order one now and hope that he'll have enough of our weird sense of humor when he grows up.  Heh, heh, heh. 

When Mom first showed up Gorey did the Groucho-slink-walk thing, but within the hour he was standing in front of her, mewing.  When she insisted on eating supper instead of petting him, he put his paws on her lap and mewed LOUDER because of course she didn't pet him at first because she simply didn't hear him, not because there's anything in the world more important than petting Gorey.   8)  When Mom settled in to go to sleep he jumped up on top of her and took a nap.

Rumpole wouldn't let Mom touch him for an entire year.  Gorey has come a long way, baby.  

Double buns today, held with 2 pairs of MT sticks.  I have the feeling I'll be double-bunning for the next year since I'm determined to cut off at least an inch every 3 months.  That'll be 4 inches of damage gone by this time next year.

I added a pinch of panthenol to my aloe spritz.  We'll see how that goes.

BPAL:  Bastet.  I love this stuff.  

I guess you don't even want to entertain the thought to get it over and done with, and just cut the 4 inches of damaged hair right away?

*running for cover*

I guess, just the posters from that website wouldn't cut it, huh? They are cheaper, and you could put them in some stylish frames........??

Glad to hear that somebody else has books flying around everywhere 

When you mentioned "ganging up on him" I had to think about my poor cat. Here lately the 3 dogs are ganging up on him.  Poor thing. But Smokey always gets'em back one by one outside     

Your hair must be pretty.....Is there a chance you will post a pic, or did I miss it?

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No, not the scary changing portraits - just "regular" scary posters..........Sorry 

Bogie attacked Gorey so viciously this morning the poor thing wouldn't go downstairs without me and abandoned his treats when I walked away, staying close to my ankles for protection.  I don't know what to do.      Kitty Valium?  Kitty Haldol?  Kitty Cyanide? 

Rose Bun with my Violet Vining sticks.  I tried the Birdsnest bun today and it did not work.  At all.  Had to redo my hair before work because it looked horrible.  Does this happen to anyone?  Not just hairstyles, but a skill you once had mastered disappears, then comes back just as suddenly?

I go through periods when I can't brew decent tea to save my life.  It's either too weak or too bitter; I'll steep by the clock, by the color, by the odor, by the flip of a coin...it's always crap.  Weird.

I got my Evergreen Dreams and Good Tidings RapunzelStix a couple of weeks ago but didn't post about them because I couldn't remember the names.  They're gorgeous as always, and I really need the longer sticks.  Evergreen Dreams have a lovely emerald-green crystal with a lovely gold leaf-shaped beadcap and the Good Tidings have those big red teardrop crystals on top of gold sticks.  My Dangerous Love RapunzelStix have the same crystals but they're paired with pink beads and red sticks and so have a completely different look.

BPAL:  Jacob's Ladder (golden amber, galbanum, benzoin, ambrette, rockrose, costus and tonka)  First wearing:  incense, incense, incense.  I swear I smell frankencense.  It lightens up a bit by late afternoon.  I'll wear it again tomorrow and see what happens on the second wearing.  I like it though; I'm loving the incense scents!

Years ago I bought a perfume oil, salve, and powder at a bookstore and I absolutely loved it, even though I didn't know what the scents were (they weren't listed on the label).  Now I know at least one of the components was frankencense.  Mmmm....frankencense.

"Taps" for your TV/VCR.  RIP.

Now, SHOPPING for new stuff!!!  Yippee.  Is a plasma flat screen in your future?