My heart bleeded, girl

Okay, right now Erin's cat Magil is peacefully eating in the kitchen only because Horace is totally preoccupied with Fred. I just had to free Fred from under the treadmill, where he'd wedged himself rather tightly, and now he's doing the turtle version of a speed-walk around the sunroom while Horace follows his progress with his nose from a mere six inches away.

Neville is wandering around looking for Lar, and I have no idea where Lucy is.

Horace and Buster have totally bonded. Horace sits by Buster's cage and whines until Buster comes out of his little chinchilla house and they sniff each other's noses through the bars of the cage, and then just sit there staring at each other.

Horace goes home tomorrow, but it's not been as bad having him here as I thought it might be. Neville doesn't bark any time Horace takes a deep breath anymore, so that helps. Last night I took Horace out to pee around 11 and the bat who lives by our front door swooped at us as we went inside. I may have said "Oh shit" rather loudly, which made Horace bark, and Nev came tearing out of the bedroom to raise hell, but mostly it's been pretty calm around here.

marciaelena linked to this post by moodswingers and you should all go check it out. Because there should be more Sam love.

I have uploaded a million icons and want to revamp mine before Season 5 starts. But first there is whenthewarsover fic to write.

Eleven mile long run went well this morning. Nothing hurts, always a win. I did it on the treadmill, but I need to spend some time this week transitioning to pavement, as the USAF half marathon in Dayton is only two weeks away.

I hope everyone is enjoying their weekends.