Baron, still not up to snuff in the area of 'kitteh lore'. They will just move into your bed and make themselves warm. It's you who will be moving next door if leonard is still speaking to you.
Even worse than one's electric blanket dying in the midst of winter, or the shock that comes from jumping into bed and finding that one has forgotten to switch the blanky on prior to bed time.
I bought myself a new oil-heatery thing, which can double as a room frangracer: there's a little plastic pouch for water which slowly steams forth from its heated radiator-perched position. In it, simple drop rose petals or lemongrass oil et voila! Warmth and olfactorily stimulating aromatics.
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Baron, still not up to snuff in the area of 'kitteh lore'. They will just move into your bed and make themselves warm. It's you who will be moving next door if leonard is still speaking to you.
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That's not a disaster, that's a catastrophe!
Even worse than one's electric blanket dying in the midst of winter, or the shock that comes from jumping into bed and finding that one has forgotten to switch the blanky on prior to bed time.
Hot water bottles.
En masse.
I bought myself a new oil-heatery thing, which can double as a room frangracer: there's a little plastic pouch for water which slowly steams forth from its heated radiator-perched position. In it, simple drop rose petals or lemongrass oil et voila! Warmth and olfactorily stimulating aromatics.
Bring the lot of you up to Sydney where it is positively balmy compared to a week ago!
The situation's been stabilised. New heater. It even came in its own (chewable, pouncable) box.
JT, Leonard is not still speaking to me. Leonard hates me. Breaks my heart, but there you go. I guess I broke hers first.
You punched and chewed the box?
Sheesh, you could have lived in it, or rented it out as a spare room.
You'll never get rich with that way of thinking!
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