#kittoria

[kittoria]

[copperbadge]

spider-honey replied to your post “I had a real moment this evening because there were what seemed to be...”

Also be on the lookout for shed claws, especially around their scratching places.

Oh yes-- I was expecting the shed claws and even the kitten teeth, but the whiskers was a new one on me. I guess our cats we had when I was a kid must have always eaten theirs or something (I hear cats do that). 

dharmagun replied to your post “I had a real moment this evening because there were what seemed to be...”

put it in your wallet! carrying a cat's whisker helps keep you from getting lost or so my grandma said!

Oh, what a nice bit of folklore, and very timely as I’m traveling on Wednesday! 

kittoria

My mom told me the kitty was leaving a present when the whiskers were easy to find. To me, it was always a sign that they loved me ♡

I LOVE THIS. My kittens left me a good-luck gift!

[lazyscience]

kittoria mentioned you on a post “kittoria: Cooter (14) and Rowen (7) Elliott (17) and Jake (5) ”

@lazyscience handsome kitties! Rowen thinks the outside is evil and sees an open door as a threat, buy Cooter is short on intelligence and will wander if the opportunity is there. He once jumped from a second story balcony and came home looking confused.

Heh. Both of mine are wild to go outside, but yeah, no. We don’t do the indoor-outdoor thing without supervision, there are too many stray and feral cats around here and I am not interested in vet visits for cat bites. We’re also close to a busy street and there are also some wooded areas not far away that might be big enough for coyotes. I was mostly amused because my brown tabby’s the cranky octogenarian and the orange meatball’s the young man, the inverse of your pair.

It’s funny, Jake thinks he wants to go outside, but at the least noise or ruffle of wind, his tail gets all bushed out,  he gets really slinky and hisses at EVERYTHING.  He was picked up as a stray and I think must have spent a considerable amount of time outside, he acts almost like a feral, hissing and crouching and swiping until I’ve actually picked him up and then he relaxes. Elliott, on the other hand, has never been other than a spoiled house baby and although he’s crazed to get out, he just sort of meanders following bugs through the grass and grazing himself and being very mellow and unconcerned about all the things that might be waiting to chase and eat him. Although the one time they were both outside and saw a rabbit, it was a miniature re-enactment of lions stalking a gazelle and Elliott, even at 15, was three houses down in about 1.5 seconds when the rabbit startled and the chase began. Half of my brain was playing the National Geographic fanfare and the other was “OH GOD DON’T RUN INTO A DOG OR A CAR.”  fortunately for all concerned (and by all I mean me and the rabbit) they didn’t catch it. 

[copperbadge]

Answers About The Speakeasy

caped-ace replied to your photo “I was over at the new place today”

Why does your new home look like a set used by the Leverage cast?

Because we’re both awesome? :D I dunno, I suppose because Leverage usually went for a kind of beat-up-but-classic style with its architecture, and beat-up-but-classic is this entire building’s aesthetic. 

tyrannosaurus-trainwreck replied to your photo “I was over at the new place”

If you like vining/climbing houseplants, that column looks like a great place to stick like a pothos plant and train the vines around!

Oooh, tempting! Though that’s like the one place in the unit with no natural light...

compromised-by-castiel replied to your photo “I was over at the new place”

do your windows have screens?

Some do, some don’t, at least I think. I haven’t checked -- I know at least one in the bedroom does because the screen has a hole.... 

catlinyemaker replied to your photo “I was over at the new place”

Inquiring minds want to know, is there another column in the utility closet? Because based on the notch out of the bedroom there should be, and my unseemly urge for order wants to sketch on in there. It looks like an older factory/warehouse construction model with the evenly spaced pillars. Also thanks much for posting all this and gratifying our curiosity and desire to let you know how we'd decorate your space. :)

I was wondering myself after drafting it, because it does seem like the pillars are regularly placed. I went in this evening and measured it, and while there isn’t a VISIBLE column, the closet actually has a wall before the column would be visible. So I’m guessing yes, and I think my hot water heater closet shares it with the coat closet of the unit next door. 

The building was an old-timey office building, way back in the day (built in 1910 I believe) so the regular columns make sense. 

ambersnake replied to your post “I am so obsessed w your home renovation”

I'm addicted to watching someone Make Visible Progress. I'm often low on energy and a terrible procrastinator to boot, so watching your condo coming along is like crack.

I need to do a “before and after” photo series for sure. 

kittoria replied to your post “HiSam, since you don't care about making”

I am surprisingly emotionally invested in Ghost's happiness. I hope she likes the Speakeasy :)

Me too! I hope she comes along, she’s been a good roommate for the most part :D 

calmiera replied to your post “HiSam, since you don't care about making”

How can you make sure if Ghost moved with you?

I can’t, really, unless she wants me to, I suppose. I’ve given her chances to see it, and I put a map on the lid of her traveling box so hopefully if she changes her mind she can go home again. I rarely get much direct contact with her except the occasional dream, so I suppose if I dream she’s having fun, then I’ll know :) If not, eh, not meant to be. 

pterriblepterodactyls replied to your post “annechen-melo replied to your photo”

Honestly my apartment has open face cabinets and we've never had an issue w that. The cabinets themselves were kinda sticky and gross when we moved in but we washed them and they've been fine. You *might* have more of an issue bc you don't use your dishes as much (1-5 college students in the apartment at any given time = a lot of used dishes) but even the stuff we don't use much is fine, so I wouldn't worry too much

I’ve had people say both. I know that cooking with gas tends to add a sticky residue to stuff, even stuff in closed cabinets if you’re not careful, so that could be part of it. 

spaci1701 replied to your photo “I was over at the new place today”

My crafter's soul shrieks at unused, blocked off space, but the 10" gap does make your meh attitude make sense. There is one storage idea I've seen that would work perfectly and cheaply if you chose - stacked lengths of 8" PVC pipe. No painting, no attaching needed.

I keep trying to envision what the PVC pipe is for and failing. Is it like...stacked on end, or....propped between wall and column horizontally? What is the pipe meant to be used for? 

[lazyscience]

Candy Corn, Jack and Sally? #autumnal asks

Candy Corn: oh lawd. Unpopular opinion in terms of Tumblr versus other social media versus offline, I not infrequently find myself with a single viewpoint that is Just Part Of A Herd Mentality from one angle and You Are Nuts, Nobody Thinks That from another. :P  Here, something that everyone seems confused by - I don’t like macaroni and cheese. No, I don’t want to try your special one that is seriously Not Like All The Other Pastas. It all feels weird in my mouth and I don’t want to know about it. Thank you for your time, I know I’m a freak of nature. 

Jack and Sally: I have the emotional maturity of a six-year-old, so I tend to give people things I made them or do things for them instead of talking about feelings. 

[lazyscience]

Or rather, whump fic with bucky using: "I can't bend my arm."

He woke in a cheap hotel bed - nothing new there - with Steve sitting next to him holding the non-metallic hand and the other arm completely immobile, nonresponsive. Panic spiked through him at that, at the dead metal weight, useless, the sudden feeling of helplessness. 

"Steve." 

"Bucky. Hey, it's all right," he murmured, squeezing his hand. "You're safe." 

"I can't bend my arm," he said, trembling. "It won't--it's not responding to me at all." 

"Hey. Hey, don't worry. We'll take you to Tony, he can fix anything. He'll fix it, make it even better. Does it hurt?" 

"I can't feel it at all." Bucky's lips trembled and for a moment he longed for the Winter Soldier's blankness, infuriated by the weakness, the vulnerability he felt. 

Steve rested his head against Bucky's. "We'll fix it. It's fine," he murmured - and then to Bucky's shock and horror, the hand wrenched across of its own volition and closed around Steve's windpipe. He braced his legs against Steve and added the strength of his non-metal hand to Steve's; their combined strength freeing him from its fingers. It was all Bucky could do not to throw up, seeing Steve choking for breath, the ugly red marks on his neck slowly fading. 

"You can't trust me," Bucky whispered harshly, eyes closing. "I can't trust me. I don't know how deep the programming goes, if that was me, or the arm - or both." 

"That's crazy talk," Steve said, coughing. "It's the arm. We'll fix it. We'll fix this." 

"Jesus Christ, Steve, what makes you think we can? What makes you think anything about this is fixable?" Bucky backed away from him, terror and rage in his face. "What makes you think I can be him again?"

"Him who?" 

"I'm not Bucky! Can't be. So much blood on my hands--" 

"No," Steve said sharply, that commanding voice slicing through hysteria. "On that," he said, pointing to the hand hanging limply by his side. "On the people who violated you. You _are_ Bucky. You didn't deserve what happened to you. Any of it." A shadow of grief and guilt washed over his face. "None of it," he said, cold and remote and Bucky felt a shudder go down his spine at that look, at the steel beneath Steve's skin, the coldness and when had Steve learned to hate like that? "You hear me?" 

"Steve--" 

"We'll go to Tony. Tonight. We'll fix it. Give you something you can depend on, that won't betray you. In the meantime, if it'll make you feel safer I'll cuff you, but it's not  you I don't trust, it's that." He jerked his chin at the arm, his eyes as cold as the Winter Soldier had ever been, but a conscious choice. He nodded helplessly, not sure if he was relieved or in agony or both at the evidence that as damaged as he was, Steve hadn't survived intact either.