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Bertie is doing this new thing. He sleeps with his chin draped over my foot and his front and back paws wrapped around my ankle like he is an anklet. A nice 12 pound fur anklet. I can't stop petting him today since I read about those poor poisoned ponies and almost cried. I know I'm a hormone bomb, but I have a terrible weakness for animals that are in distress.

So apart from being itchy and sad and crampy. I wrote two more awful chapters of the Twilight badfic. I'm posting them at JF. Chapter 10 and 11.

And I hope my underwire would deflect bullets too.