[identity profile] saint-07.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] multiplicity_archives
hapy thanksgiving to all my friends, i am guna eat allot of pie today ^^ and daddy cant get mad cause its ok today ^^

Date: 2006-11-23 09:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ridetothesea.livejournal.com
Happy Thanksgiving. And pie is good, and yes, today you're supposed to be allowed to eat a lot of it. :)

Date: 2006-11-23 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dacnomaniac.livejournal.com
My cat is extremely confused. I call him 'Pie' a lot, for some odd reason (not 'sweetie pie' or anything, just 'pie', as in 'Come here, Pie,') so he's learnt to respond to the name to a degree.

So now today, since my brother is a pumpkin pie fanatic, and he's incapable of doing anything without having at least two jackal-pack mates around, the word 'PIE' is echoing through the house.

My poor cat. Enjoy your day as I enjoy laughing at him.

Date: 2006-11-24 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakshownia.livejournal.com
Aw, my mom used to have a cat named Pie.

Date: 2006-11-24 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dacnomaniac.livejournal.com
His name is actually Tigar (tiger+cougar,) but I'm a horrible, horrible nicknamer. I talk to him in a bastardised version of Drrkhn's language the way Drrkhn used to speak to cubs. ("Oozhee yes, come here my oozhee, khadash my oozhee.") And I also use humanish baby talk sometimes when the urge is irresistable. The litany of Tigar Nicknames starts with normal stuff like 'Tiggy', but rapidly goes into shit like...

Tiglet (from 'Piglet', because he'll eat anything I do and many things I won't; the best example is he loves eating the empty shells, feather bits, and stuff my lovebirds throw out of their cage. He would rather eat their detritus than the birds themselves.)
Tiggit
Tig-Oozhee
Sprogling
Pie, my Pie, kitty-pie, stupid-pie, pie-face... et cetera ad infinitum
Stoopid-hed
Coward-face and many variations, as he is terrified of many, many things he shouldn't be. Like the birds when they fly, and my fishplant (I guess because it moves without having an animal smell it weirds him out -- he spends hours staring at it from a careful distance and flips out if I pick him up to hold him close to sniff; same with the birdcage) and any human he isn't *very* familiar with -- he actually freaks out when the front door opens until he's absolutely certain that only people he knows have arrived. He doesn't even check, just shoots off in a classic Scared-Tiggy Crouch: body lowered to just above the ground as he runs, tail in an inverted tip-up lowered arch, ears to the sides but not flattened so as to catch all sounds, fur totally flat and the texture somehow changes weirdly, sort of flat and not -greasy- but different, shivering, curling in on himself in a monastic sort of cat-lump posture when he finds a place he feels safe enough to sit down but not safe enough to relax... it's extremely distinctive, but frustrating as he is absolutely inconsolable in that state. You cannot make him feel better by showing him the object of fear to sniff. You cannot lure him with pettings or treats, not even Fudgsicles (his favourite thing.) I love him, but he is a 20-pound, muscular, spare-fat-free, huge-taloned golden coward.
Tidget
Thing/My Thing (I call cats in general that, as in 'Hello Thing, come here my thing.' Don't ask, I have *no* idea why. It's not 'thing' in the object sense, I don't think, but I have no idea what the source is either.)
Puppy (again, NO idea. This is just pet-name-of-the-month with me. I started saying it and can't stop.)
Skoozhee
Golden Boy
Catface (my other cat is deemed 'Weedface' because her name is Tumbleweed; I also call her Weedles, Weedlet, Kitty-Weed, Weedling, et cetera.)

The list goes on. I'm a compulsive nicknamer in general, but Tig gets the brunt of it and I can't tell you why. He's somewhere between a platonic-romantic partner and a familiar, though, so I guess the close personal bond accounts for some of it.

Date: 2006-11-23 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowthespian.livejournal.com
I hope there are different kinds! Make sure to eat slowly and chew. It tastes better that way!

Date: 2006-11-23 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jenscovia.livejournal.com
mmm i like pie. what kind is yer favrite?

Date: 2006-11-24 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] our-menagerie.livejournal.com
hi we havd punkin an appl but i ownly eated punkin pie cuz uf i eated to mush fooooddd gigls

Date: 2006-11-24 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] our-menagerie.livejournal.com
her fergot to say we wil hav cheescake at crismas! i liks it wif strawberees i no liks da cherees kin.

Date: 2006-11-24 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rhymer-713.livejournal.com
Heeeee!!! In L.'s family there ain't no big table but I got to eat with the growed-ups.... Hee!!! Happy Thanksgiving everybody and we hope you got to take a nap after you ate.
Hugs ♥
Addee and Jaimie

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