WoW: Names

Yesterday, I had the dubious honor of running in a pug with Crotchrocket and Immashanku (who was, shockingly, not a rogue). No, I don't remember what servers they were from, I only know they were not from SWC. Also, they weren't obnoxious and they handled their jobs well, but I don't think I'm the only person who would zone into that group and start to worry the next hour of their life was going to be filled with, "QQ MOAR NOOB!"

There was no wiping and everything ran smoothly with barely any communication at all. Still, part of me thinks I might have been playing alongside a couple of fourteen year-olds who thought they were being quite clever.

Or a couple of twenty-somethings who never got around to changing the names of toons they made years ago.

Haven't Done a Pet Post in a While

Warning: The following image may cause cavities or inspire a sudden desire to snuggle fluffy animals.

A rainy day means that rather than go outside for their morning "patrols," Sasha and Jack stay inside and hang out where it's dry. For Jack, this means the couch (where Sasha isn't allowed given her propensity for occasionally finding mud puddles to play in) since he can maximize his human cuddling. Normally he curls up next to my left side or, if Sam is on his laptop, stretches out over Sam's chest (being taller than me, he has more space for Jack to fit), but today he chose to stretch out on the cushion next to me and when I had to get up, I turned and saw this:



What's really cute about it is that Jack hates belly petting, but of course I couldn't resist all that fluffy belly. It annoyed him but all he did was roll slightly to one side so I'd stop and then stretch out again. He remained unmoving as I got up to grab the camera.

January 13, 2012, will be two years since I adopted Jack and brought him home from the cat rescue. I was able to get him right away (after I filled out an application and they spoke to my vet) rather than needing to wait for them to neuter and chip him. He'd been adopted once before and brought back, probably because he was a, um, boisterous boy kitty who liked to pounce and play. He's still boisterous and will tip over the trash can to get to his empty cans of wet food as there might still be some morsels left behind he didn't get the first time, but he's also become one of the cuddliest and sweetest kitties I've ever had.