Manju-hands

Doesn't he look like he's got dumplings for hands? That's why I call Osamu Mr. Manju Hands.

Good-friends

These two don't get along for some reason. They're sharing my bed right here, but notice they have their backs turned. They'd be lonely without each other though.

Noribaby

Here's Little Miss Dumpling herself, noribaby. She's got an attitude problem, but she's so cute.

Lap-kitty

And another shot of Sam on my lap. I'm noticing that I wear that stripy shirt a lot lately.

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This is Osamu. He's only 12 years old, but I think he's dying. He's lost a lot of weight, his fur has lost its glossiness, and he throws up almost every day. When I pick him up he feels like paper. But he's still got the handsomest little face, and he's as friendly as he's always been. He's colored like baked bread and his little head always smells like sunshine. He lives at my mother's house, and I miss him.

Samkins

Norinori

Seijikat

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I'm sitting here getting ready for work and getting all made up and stuff while it's raining and thundering outside. I don't know why I'm even bothering. It's pouring rain and it's Monday. Nobody's coming to our ghetto club. I could go with my glasses on and my hair sticking up.

I'm not going to wear foundation. That's my one little act of rebellion.

Whoa, it's really thundering outside.

I'm quitting soon + rain + Monday = a very unmotivated hostess

Here's one of my mother's cats. She's kind of fat and timid

nori-chan

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