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No wonder I like you — my fetishes are also highly specific. Got me some weird looks from some of my friends who helped unpack my mountainous crap after my recent move (which, sadly, we’re still doing).

“Pictures of cats dressed in doll clothes … interesting. A dozen books about the black plague … hmmmm.”

Oh, I forgot to mention. On Sunday, as we were driving to the country show, the Lancaster (and one of the other two) went over. Just driving down a little road. Very cool.

Meanwhile, this news from London. Kentucky. (Seriously, stick with it until the eyewitness bit).

A fellow Black Death enthusiast! Did I know that about you, felix? Last year, there was a whole day-long conference on the Great Plague. It was awesome!

I wish to join your cult, Spong of the Asymmetrical Base; I already subscribe to your newsletter. Is there an initiation ritual involving Weasel fondling and the Black Death, perchance?

I have to constantly remind people that symmetry is overrated. Thanks for being a proud member of The Cause, Stoaty.

That’s some fancy jewelry you are wearing there.

Leonardo could have painted you!

Aside from the fact that he’s been dead for hundreds of years…

Nina! 🙂

I’d like some info on those bracelets you are wearing please. Especially the coin shaped one. Stunning!
As regards the London KY piece….I can’t get beyond the anchor’s name! LOL

Ain’t that a pip, mom? I got it at a boot sale recently (read: flea market). The little discs are signs of the Zodiac (which mean nothing to me, but they look really cool). The single one hanging down is Leo on the visible side and Aquarius on the other side. I imagine you were suppose to make that single one whatever your sign is…?

Anyway, I got it wet and it rusted all over my wrist. So, um, not silver. I ain’t even mad.

The other one I bought from this guy last Summer. It’s rather crudely twisted from a bar of pewter. He actually bent it around my wrist with some force; I’m not sure I could take it off by myself.

I love them both.

So is “mauling the weasel” going to be the next unsavory euphemism? IYKWIMAITTYD.

Awwww. That resembles one of our two dear, departed ferts. As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t know if our Earthly memories continue with us into the afterlife, but if so, our ferrets will certainly be with us for eternity.

She was a sweet little thing. All of their ferrets were impressively well-behaved and not nippy (despite signs warning otherwise).

Sorry about the loss of your weasels.

I thought the twisty one was Celtic and the disc one made from old roman or anglo saxon coins.

Ferrets are cool but boy do they pong.

I remember when I got a ferret and introduced it to my cats.

The younger cat ran for the top of the refrigerator immediately, but the older one had a, “that’s a mouse, I got this,” look and tried to bat at it.

The fert just poinged around the paw and did their patented “LET’S PLAY!” bouncy dance.

That sent the older cat to join the younger on top of the fridge and she looked like she was explaining, “that is NOT a mouse!”

Ms Stoat: Thank you. We inherited them from our daughter and son-in-law. It’s amazing how the little critters can worm their way into your heart. Same goes for the ferrets [grin].
David Gillies and McThaq: Oh, yeah. The famous Ferret War Dance. A major part of the ferret floor shows.
Ours fert boys were like Lake Wobegon kids — above average (of course). When not sleeping, they’d often chase each other around the house and then drop into a nap. One “adopted” a Barbie doll and used to carry it around the house (and into its hidey-hole under the couch). The other, which looked like the one Stoaty is holding, worked long and hard to get a fishing pole (well, half of one, with reel) into its hiding spot behind a chest of drawers Mrs Fert uses for fabric. He’d line it up and when it didn’t go where he wanted, would go to the far end, look down the pole, and then adjust its position so the pole could be dragged where he wanted.
Smarter than Garrison Keillor, for sure.