Destroyer Minis

Borked
  --26 January, 2010, 2:30:30

My aura of destruction has transferred to those around me, leaving me largely unscathed. (Except the recent spurt of aquarium water from the last post.)

Andrew was afflicted. Completely without my help, he tipped a chair onto his foot. Almost immediately after the accident he had some well-meaning visitors. One was the curious kitten, Nom, and the other had come to play in our weekly D&D. When Nom investigated the broken toe, the visitor, trying to protect Andrew, picked the kitty up and gave him a gentle, low-to-the-ground toss.

Nom's troubles began when he neglected to put out his feet. I only heard a thud, as he hit the ground, bottom first.

A couple of days later, I was on dingle berry duty. (hehehe *insert immature pun here*) It was worse than usual, since he had eaten a hairband. I removed from him six inches of cat-coated elastic. I paused for a moment, determining the nature of this object. If you're ever in a similar situation don't do that; flush first, wonder later. The insides of cats are foul smelling. I'm very thankful the hairband came out, since these can end kitties.

Nom's troubles were not over. In an accident I did not witness, he took a table runner, a kitty cushion, and a stack of junk mail and made a pile of them behind the coat tree. Unfortunately he was part of that pile, and he broke his tail.

His tail was a magnificent plume, almost as big as he is. He curled it in the air as he contemplated, and as he walked it, was a banner for his butt. Now he cannot lift it, and it hangs limp.

The end of it can still twitch his displeasure, so we expect that it will heal in time. He is somewhat subdued, in the way that infinity is diminished by subtracting one.

I'm crossing my fingers for a fast recovery.

In the meantime, here is Biff Thundermuffin. I gave him a name to match his personality and it stuck, becoming the official Darksword name.

Slow
  --14 January, 2010, 0:36:40

Fish are fun. They have little dramas and love triangles and they acquire all sorts of gruesome illnesses. As I was cleaning the tank, I noticed an odd bit of something squishy floating by. This caught my attention while I was busy siphoning water, so I paused--mid-suck--to have a look. Never, ever pause mid-suck when siphoning. The water in my tube had a fair bit of momentum behind it and did a good job of cleaning out my sinuses.

The reason I bring up fish cleaning is that I do it twice a week to keep those gruesome illnesses in check. If you follow the updates of this site on a regular basis, you may have difficulty believing that I can hold to a regular schedule. I have managed to fool my discus fish, they are happy, and healthy (not to mention fecund) and swim about fully under the impression that I am a master of timely maintenance.

Without further ado, let me present Dark Sword's Halloween special mini:

And Dark Sword's two Christmas minis:





Finally, here is Sad Panda--an internet meme and a representation of my update schedule:



For my patient and persistent readers here is a picture of Nom being cute. And some good news, the knight I was worrying about in my last post arrived intact.