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First thought upon opening the door to our own house after a weekend chez ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chainmailmaiden and Bacchus: "These aren't cats! They're bloated, ginormous, lazy mutant feline hippos that scream and shout like banshees." (You could fit about ten of one of their cats into one of ours.)
Second thought: "Ooh! Lemon cake!" (and not too squashed after being carried around for two days, in a bag beneath lots of second-hand books)
Third thought: "I'm too tired to write anything more at the moment." (Staying up until 3 a.m. on Friday, drinking, is not too clever.)
chainmailmaiden and Bacchus: "These aren't cats! They're bloated, ginormous, lazy mutant feline hippos that scream and shout like banshees." (You could fit about ten of one of their cats into one of ours.)Second thought: "Ooh! Lemon cake!" (and not too squashed after being carried around for two days, in a bag beneath lots of second-hand books)
Third thought: "I'm too tired to write anything more at the moment." (Staying up until 3 a.m. on Friday, drinking, is not too clever.)
