I really think that Norbie had no idea Arya was in the box.
Even when she was all ::taptaptap:: “Um, hell-O. You’re SQUOOSHING me!”
I love how she’s smacking Stefan. That girl has NO fear.
Somehow, I sense that Stefan wasn’t all that interested in this particular fight.
He’s so puzzled by her. “What’s she… DOING?” and she’s all “You can’t see me!”
Brandon shows Arya who the boss is (and she’s so IRATE.)
Morning nap time in the sun, in the kitchen. Jon Snow is OUT.
“Who, us? Discussing an overthrow of the current only-two-snacks-a-day administration? We’d never!”
I swear I’m going to have to tie that condo to the couch – they move it all OVER the place.
“::sigh:: Is it time to go home yet?!”
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Video! Every single morning, the first thing I do when I open the door to the foster room is give them a snack. I mean, I walk in with the plate IN MY HAND, and immediately put it down. So while you’d think that the kittens would all run over to the mat where I put the plate of snack so that they can get their faces full of food, you’d be wrong. Instead, they FLOOD out of the room and scatter, and then they have to turn around and run back into the room. (Hodor, you’ll note, is still sitting in the hall with a giant question mark over his head when everyone else has gone into the room to eat. For some reason, Hodor’s just not that interested in snack time.)
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“MY box. Harrumph!” says Newt, grumpily.
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: “You give me back my brudder, lady.”
2010: Coltrane, coming over for some petting. And a wandering chicken. Neither of them seems terribly impressed by the other.
2009: Maybe Bill just thought I didn’t have enough to worry about? and 2009, part 2: Ike
2008: Your het does not scare me. AT ALL.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I was worried it might mess up his digestive system, but I can report that I saw it in the litter box.