washing the blood off my hands

Bean: *scraping sadly at the floor around the chair*
Me: Bean. What are you doing? *goes to investigate* Oh, did you lose your ball under the chair? *whaps it out from under the chair for her*
Bean: *immediately begins flicking it joyously around the house*
Ball: *jingles because sadists made these things with bells in them*
Me: I immediately regret getting this ball for you.

Brooke goes into the kitchen to get breakfast.

Trilly: MROW MRRRRROW!
Nilli: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeow!
Brooke: Don't learn that!

All the older kids are teaching Nilli alllllll their bad habits. XD (Well, hopefully not all. She is still using the litterboxes properly.)

Lysander: Beastkit

Trillian: Trill, T-Rill, Trillbot, Trillba

The Wolp: Wolpsichord

And Zenith, newest addition to the rotating circle of cats that are in close contact with my life, as D got a new kitten three days ago, so....

Zenith: Z, Zeebaby/Zeekitten, Boop, the boop, boopnugget, Zeeboop.

(He is tiny and adorable and TINY and I am dead. If I get around to it I will post pictures but no promises.)

Right now Lysander is sprawled across my bed, mostly asleep, with his head butted up against the bedlump that is Dima under my covers. It's the cutest thing. Even though he's such a little shit about her, and pesters her all the time and they fight all the time because of it, the guy does just really really really want to be her friend. He does this sort of thing all the time -- while yeah, a lot of the time his making-friends approach is to run up and bat her in the face and run away with his tail up (and it never works), occasionally it's to curl up as close as she'll let him get and sleep. He squirms closer when he thinks she's not paying attention.