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The little things...

I still have yet to get a really good picture of Hermione-cat. (I need to also check with her human about omfg when is he moving into his new place, because it's been a month.)

Snarky Lady's Assistant gave me a little bag of catnip, which I tucked into my purse. I didn't think about it again until tonight when I got home, and shortly thereafter, Hermione was lying on my bed ripping away at the purse with her mercifully short claws. (Purse is a $7 walmart purse on at least its second season. I don't do the fancy purse thing.)

Her cat tree, which she's been ignoring, now has some of the 'nip sprinkled on it. She was paying attention to that, at least!
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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