Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Oh hai, I'm teh writr and administrator of thiz blog. Actually, I'm the one who put the "mini" in "administrator". Awesome, I know. Yeah. High five, baby!—eww, sorry I slashed off your fingers.

Okay, the thing is—I would SO like to write something really cool and catchy, but this terrible, terrible outburst of laziness prevents me from doing so. For months.

But I feel the inspiration coming nao—I'll probably post something rly soon, even before the end of the decade.

Rly soon. So, jus stand by, k?

The bamboo branches in the window grew quite tall in their glass jars—no more crunchy leaves for a quick vitamin any longer. Well. Back to playing The Monorail Cat, I guess.

Prizzi spent her time examining her pedicure, critically scrutinizing her paws from every imaginable angle.

Whenever the sky looks dramatically charged with mystique and electricity, Prizzi stares out the window — resigned yet composed — waiting in vain for the mother ship to beam her up through that luminous rift in the clouds.

My alien cat is homesick.

Being a cat — besides being unquestionably cool — gives me plenty of time to think about stuff. Take this quote, for instance:

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Sam Keen

Now, due to climate change laziness becomes respectable as from May. Isn't this wonderful? Moreover, I kinda fancy developing this into a movie called "A Convenient Truth" (The cool side of global warming).

Mr. Gore, Al, baby, you're too tense.

You go make us some money

I know it's cold and dark outside — this miserable weather sucks big time — but I'm only a cat and it's your responsibility to get out there in the rain and go earn some money, while mine is to stay home, be fluffy and have these beautiful big eyes.

Jee, have I told you this weather makes me sleepy? Bye now.