Nostalgia III

The hospital around the corner from my parents has been closed down. It's a horribly ugly building, and I never liked hospitals much, but it was where I had my chin sewn up after that accident in kindergarten, and my arm cast after I broke it in sports class in grade 2, and where my pediatrist was at, where my chickenpox were treated and, above all, where my parents first met, working as medical-technical assistants. If not for that ugly hospital, they might never have met, and you wouldn't have to read this here now. So, I suppose a moment of silence for the hospital is in order.

... right, that's enough.

In other news, Jörg is showing me photos from his childhood. I mistook him for a girl on his grade 4 school photo. Oops.

ETA: And now, pictures from Hiroshima. How fitting. How come everybody has been to Japan?

In yet other news, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? *kicks desperatefans* First Fingolfin, now Nerdanel. You want to break my pup, don't you? *glares*

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( Nostalgie III )

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*catsquee*

We just had the cutest visitor on the terrace. A little tiger, a young tomcat, who was, apparently, out for some hunting and cuddling. Being cat-deprived for months, now, I had to go out and oblige him, of course. And take pictures.

Incoming
Nice wall.
Oh oh oh! A hand!
Oh oh oh! Cuddling!
Is it tasty?
Got milk?
Stupid humans.
Well what's this here then?
Aren't I elegant.
It's a trap!
*resentful*
Love me?
The flowers attacked me, I swear.
Still the prettiest.

We so need cats again.