Neutering as a way of life

Oh God, it's 4:30am and I'm up. And not in good must-go-to-bed-can't-tear-myself-away-from-this fic kind of way. My old cat Sam woke me wanting affection, I hear a tom yowling outside and the next thing Sam's screaming hatred and defiance through the window. That explains the wounds on her side. My large dog is up on my bed growling, I'm trying to shoosh him and calm Sam down. And this friggin' tom is really out to make himself popular.

So I let the dog out to escort him from our property. Running. There, that sounds better than "I set the dog on a cat."

And now I'm awake, goddammit.

Icons Icons Icons

Since I can't seem to control this compulsion what I've decided to do is randomly create and use icons as the mood takes me. Anyone who decides they like my current icon more than me can totally feel free to bags it, as i have oodles and oodles of them. On the odd occasion I may decide that I love it mostest and may emit cries of 'my precious, my love', curl into a fetal position and deny all knowledge.

Also feel free to send piccies/captions my way as it takes me minutes only now. I only wish I knew how to do the fancy action icons *sigh* Must investigate. Got holidays coming up in *thinks* crap, another 2 months. God I need time off before that. I'm going stir crazy.