Stuffington Post

So you may be sitting at home wondering whatever became of this young Fluffington.



This is what happened.



I wanted to get a similar picture of her sitting in my hand to contrast the previous pic, but the turd will not be held in such a fashion anymore. She is m'bout 5 months old now and is definitely a lanky teen these days, having the energy to match. She's had her front pawnails removed a couple months back, and after several hilarious incidents of bouncing off furniture she intended to climb, she's pretty well adjusted. And if you think we're cruel, just consider all the discipline she doesn't have to experience every dad-gum time she would've tried to ruin our things. Now her impotent little paws pose no threat to us or our opulent stuff*.

(*as in household goods, personal belongings, things in general; not Stuff the cat)

Today she goes in to get fixed. And not because she's broken, but because she's become overly flirtatious with Dweezil, and we do not condone such behavior in this house. (It disturbs Bethany.) But on a lighter note, Dweezil has slowly become more accepting of our new roomie. Though most of their interaction is biting, scratching, and wraslting, they do sometimes end up as snuggle buds.



Like I said earlier, she's not a cat to be held against her will, but she will snuggle the dickens out of you on her terms. She remains cute as ever, and is obviously enjoying her plush adopted life.

Fresh beats?

Rest assured, they've never been pickled.

Isn't this just what your face was longing for? Some more intrusive music and disturbed cover art to match?? Well, I'm glad to deliver.



I chanced upon this artist Tokimonsta and was surprised (shocked even) to find out its a lady. These beats don't sound feminine, but apparently I stand corrected. Nay, impressed. AND she has great taste in cover art; I don't know why, but this high beaming robo-DJ from India offering Extra Strength Tylenol pleases me.

Another bonus: This playlist is relatively short, so you may just have the endurance to get through the entirety of its whopping twenty-four minutes, but I won't get my skivvies in a twist if you can't make it without biting. Nonetheless, I assure you these tunes prove great for the chilling, or for the relaxing, and possibly for the interpretive dancing. (Chillaxing, however, is strictly contraindicated.)

Ninjoy!

real quick...

Coupla things...

One: Remember that storm last Tuesday?



You know, that one? Well this is NASA's view.

And Two: I cannot get enough of these; Bethany, conversely, has had quite enough.