Seriously.  This morning I opened my eyes when the alarm started blaring, and I had no idea what day it was.  I actually had to look at my BlackBerry to make sure (Um.  I might have been smashing the life out of the damn alarm clock at the same time but I don't care). 

Which reminds me.  Remember Arthur, my new baby boy kitty?  He is terrified of my phone.  He was sitting close by where I'd left it laying on the end table, in his own little world, batting away at his milk tab thing, and when the phone vibrated with a message he hopped about three feet straight up and landed on his milk tab, which meant he couldn't see it, which made him have a FIT trying to find it. 

I just stood there blinking at him while he kind of turned himself inside out, twisting just about head over tail like the world was ending because "OMFG, WHERE IS ITTTTT??"  He found it, of course, and that's about when Maggie came to see what the problem was and he went hopping over to her like "Hay girl Hayyyyyy!  Look what I got!  And don't even start with the licking because I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO." 

God.  Back to my point.  Lilla is drowning in the tired and the running, omg.   Too much to get done in a day; to the point lately where that thing you do when you take one task at a time and don't slow down until you're done, and suddenly you look up and the day is over and you've accomplished everything you were supposed to...  NOT WORKING for me.  I keep trying to fit it all in and stuff won't END.  I need more hours or... something.  Like everybody else, I'm sure.  I just felt like complaining for a second. Done now, sorry.

 NET DID ANOTHER VIDEO!  And it is utterly wonderful. 

Life, do not fuck with me today.  Please.  I can handle a lot, but seriously.

There is something good going on, though.  I'd promised my neighbor weeks and weeks ago that when her cat had her her kittens, I would look at them.  Well, she and her mom brought them over late the other night and ... I'm so observant, because not only did she have her kittens, they are 9 weeks old already.  I tried hard to hold onto Maggie when they came through the door with the box because I thought she might go a little crazy with little ones walking all over her living room, but she was fine.  Of course she had to follow them all around (there were 6) and make sure none of them were ... criminals?  I guess?  Anyway, she PICKED ONE OUT.  Seriously, she did.  They didn't stay very long that night so I didn't pay much attention to it, but I do remember that she followed this particular one everywhere he went, she even went after him under the chaise and stayed there with him until my neighbor gathered them all up again and they left. 

Then later on in the night, I guess because I wasn't paying attention to her, Maggie started yelling at me.  Right there beside me on the bed.  She never does that (much), but she wouldn't stopppp and Net said, "She's lonely and she wants a kitty.  You should get her one."  Uh... what??  Two cats??  Me?  That is serious.  That's like... owning two homes instead of just one, at least to me.  But now I know, Net was exactly right (uh... like always).  Because Meri brought her kitties back over when I called her and I watched Maggie really carefully.  She went straight over to the box and looked over the side of it like she was looking to make sure he was there, and then when they started hopping out onto the floor, she sat waiting and then it was his turn and she followed him again.  Just him.  All over the first floor of the house.  And he is so cuuuute and just ... a little light fur ball with feet and huge blue eyes. 

So, after a couple of hours watching Maggie not eat him, I finally broke down and said we'd keep him and now I've had the best time watching them and trying to come up with a name.  I feel guilty and so, so awful that I didn't see it before, but I think Maggie really was lonely and now it's like she wanted a baby or something because she takes care of him every minute and it is the sweetest thing I've ever seen.  She bathes him (you know how kitties do) and he hates it.  He squeaks at her when she does that.  And the thing that makes me just about cry is when I put their food down (he eats soft food, so they eat from different dishes), she will sit there beside him and let him eat first.  And okay, until this morning I hadn't thought of a name for him, but oh my God.  I was coming from the kitchen, about to fly up the stairs because I was half dressed and late and grabbing my stuff from every direction, and I stopped dead on the stairs because here comes Maggie, just as calm as you please, walking down past me, with the baby kitty in her mouth by the scruff of his neck.  I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.  Anyway, she got to the bottom and spit him out on the wood floor, and he landed hissing and squeaking and as soon as he got his feet under him, he turned right around and slapped her across the face.  He screamed at her and she just said, "Mehr." and started bathing him again and then I heard him growling and that was it.  I named him Arthur.  And I don't know why I didn't think of that right off, he's almost white, but he's actually a cream blonde and he has little tiger stripes all over him, only they're pale and look like they might turn out to be grey.   They're barely there, like he's trying hard to be tough but he's not as mean as he'd like everyone to think. 

So.  With the slapping and the squeaking and the wiggling all the time, omg he's never ever still, and his color, he can't be anything except Arthur.  Really, he can't.  It fits him perfectly.  So Maggie has her baby and she's happy too. 

One thing, though.  Mr. Lilla loves him even more than Maggie and since Mr. Lilla is a BOY, he decided to see what would happen if he put little pieces of tin foil on all four of Arthur's feet.  That's about the time I walk into the room and little bitty Arthur is having a dementia spell trying to walk with tin foil on his paws and Maggie looks like, "Yay!  Maybe this'll wear him out and he'll sleep for 10 minutes."  I almost killed myself trying not to go batshit (see above), I felt so sorry for him.  I think I growled something like, "If you want to have sex at any time during the next year (because really, I am just not that stupid) any time this week, you will get that foil off him." 

Mr. Lilla:  "But he's... look at him!  I think he's having fun."

Me:  "NOW, plz." 

I just couldn't take that.  But secretly?  Big hot manly boy playing in the floor with a tiny baby kitty?  *dies twice* 

So Net.  Maggie says hug you hard and tell you thank you for Arthur.  As usual, you know more than I do.
 

Smallville spoilers for Infamous behind the cut.

 

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Here are a few kitty pictures. The first one is my favorite, because it is appropriate right now and because it reminds me very much of Maggie when she was a baby.  Look!!

Spoilers behind the cut, in case you're a late viewer like me.

I saw this recced the other day, so I read it, and I just... I haven't cried laughing that hard in a LONG, long time!  Possibly never.  I mean rolled laughing on the bed at Clark and Lex in this.  Trust me, you don't have to be a Clex fan to enjoy this piece of writing; it is that good.  And unique and adorable and so funny you will have tears rolling down your face.  Usually, internet-speak (or web slang) annoys me if it is overused.  But here its use is PERFECT.  Just perfect. 

I hope the author doesn't mind that I'm linking it, because she isn't on my flist.  Most of you know her and have probably already read it, but read it again anyway; I bet you'll crack up.  Because really.  Clark 'hiding his nifty superpowers?'  From LEX?!   Dude.  It's what Smallville is. 

Written byromanyg, whose talent for weaving meta with hilarity is highly enviable. 

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I MISS LEX NOW.  A really lot after reading that.  And I miss Lana, too.  And Martha; I hope they will bring her back at least once this season. 

 I also came across this cute meme in a couple of places, and I thought it would be a fun one to do together.  Come play with me, 'kay?? 

Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list ten things you LOVE that begin with that letter. Afterward, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own.

Um.  One more thing??  (Don't click the link if you're trying to remain visually unspoiled for S8.)
 

From LillaW's Inbox:  Last updated 10 weeks ago...  Didn't think I could be quite that pathetic, but I guess I am.  Jeeze, 10 WEEKS?!  THAT'S TOO LONG.  

Couple of things, before I get to the hottest part real reason for my post... 

First.  Usually I am pretty successful at keeping my mouth shut and not yelling out my opinions on certain things because I always have the thought that not everyone cares to hear what I have to say.  (It might mean grinding my teeth until my head explodes, but you know... it's doable.)  But some things hit a little close and maybe in my own journal I won't get yelled at for my opinion on this...

Wow, I'll just be quiet now.  God, Lilla.  Vent much??  But I kind of feel better.  (sooo sorry)

Okay, okay.  Time to discuss the good stuff.  I can't believe it's almost time for SV to start a new season. 

So, I'm staying as far away from spoilers as I can.  Because I want to be able to curl up on the bed every week for a new episode and not already dread it because I read where someone was freaking out ahead of time, therefore Lilla is growling and can't hear what is going on!

Okay, picspam of THE REASON FOR SMALLVILLE IN THE FIRST PLACE...

Um, I think that's all for tonight (today, whatever).  Wait!  One more thing, because this made me laugh so hard I cried...


*cracks up*  Mafia cat!!

 OH GOD.  I am so tiiiiiired.  I'm talking about can't do anything but cry tired.

Here was Lilla's stupid-ass schedule today: