In which she admires artistic talent
Jun. 17th, 2008 03:49 pmHaving, last night, watched Silence in the Library and Forest of the Dead, I think I am qualified to judge that, for the good of all mankind, Steven Moffat should be locked up, chained to a desk with suitable pens/paper/keyboard/whatever, and forced to write Dr Who for the remainder of his natural life.
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In other news, on Friday night I witnessed Boots singing a duet with a starling. I swear I'm not making this up. The starling was on the fence and Boots was on the back of the couch looking out the window at it. The starling peeped a few notes; Boots squeaked a few squeaks. They took turns like this while I gaped. Just as I was starting to wonder if my webcam would pick up the sound from this distance, the starling flew away and Boots came to curl up on my lap again, comme si de rien n'était.
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In other news, on Friday night I witnessed Boots singing a duet with a starling. I swear I'm not making this up. The starling was on the fence and Boots was on the back of the couch looking out the window at it. The starling peeped a few notes; Boots squeaked a few squeaks. They took turns like this while I gaped. Just as I was starting to wonder if my webcam would pick up the sound from this distance, the starling flew away and Boots came to curl up on my lap again, comme si de rien n'était.
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Date: 2008-06-17 10:12 am (UTC)Catlet never said "mew" or "miaow" and we did used to worry that when A was little, if the teacher said, "Make the sound of a cat," she'd reply, "Mwah-oo!", which was Catlet's usual conversational opening gambit. It did seem to mean "Greetings!" ("Mrrrrrp!" was the same thing in Fluffy dialect.)
We got into the habit of saying, "Mwah-oo!" back and it progressed from there.