If Looks Could Kill - Graphic Art & Design

Saw this tonight at Texas Frightmare Weekend. Jeffrey Combs plays Edgar Allan Poe quite nicely.

However, it was nearly unbearable. I can watch humans slaughtered by the dozens on screen, but when it comes to animals, I get squeamish. Just seemed too realistic.

Tortured cat sounds always wig me out too. Too much treble & FAR too much first-hand experience w/my own demon hell cat. ;)

“I has 26 toes!”

I ♥ that the owners didn’t amputate the extras, since they cause him no problems, nor is he declawed from the sound of the article.

FYI: For those that don’t know, declawing is equivalent to severing your finger up to the first knuckle - not nice!

Apparently extra-toed cats are common in an area of Wales.

My latest Happy Place. :)

Updates on adventures with my Sphynx cat (who looks more like her Cornish Rex predecessors, since she’s sprouted fur), as it is ongoing. Behold, the ironically nicknamed, “Big Sweetie,” aka Aeon.

• She has her very own bedroom complete with window (shown in photos) because she plays so poorly with others
• A recurrence of butt-streamers, she ate a bookmark tassel, no intestinal blockage, just a stinky brown kite-tail that followed her everywhere she went. ;)
• I can now administer glucose tests to cats and dogs, having first-hand experience, since “voluptuous” Buddha-shaped cats are prone to diabetes.
• Lil’ Queen B hissed and growled at everyone in the vet’s office, including 2 small children. ‘Atta girl!
• Aforementioned behavior is actually good for her, as she’s no longer lunging, attacking and boxing, viciously & at random, since she started anti-anxiety treatment through Buspar.

Note: On animals swallowing objects like cassette tape innards, string, etc. - ’tis not wise to tug on their “streamers”, as linear objects can cause injury or slice through internal organs if still winding its way through the digestive tract.

Further, I don’t understand why she allows me to prick her ear to check her glucose. You would think that something glorious was ensuing, as she purrs and delivers muchas smooches to me all the while. Meanwhile, if anyone else so much as looks at her wrong, she’s ready to kill - growling, hissing and pissing.

Should have known, on seeing the exclamation mark (starts on her head and is completed by the dot on her neck) that she would be fucking fierce. It is so expressive of what goes on in her mind. I just wish I could see what it is, the invisible things that scare her so.

3 years gone. I can’t say that I miss him any less, Squee McGee, my little deed… Hellee!

Intently destroying the camera strap as I photographed him.

Doing the march-march dance on my lap and purring, as he did each morning.

He was fucking beautiful, my little familiar. I still love and think of thee.

*solemn devil-fist salute, pourin’ out liquor, et al.*

Better organized and far easier to navigate, I present my overhauled Gallery - thou shalt go stare.

• Illustration
• Paintings
• Miscellany
• User Icons

Over & Out!