525,600 minutes...

Those who've been reading this journal last year may remember a certain post that went along the lines of "I think the cat's in labour".
Yes, that one.
As you know by now, she really was, and this was the result.

They don't look like that anymore, more like this:


And in honour of their birthday, here's some more kittenspam!

... damnit, human, we were sleeping.
Well, now we're awake anyway.
I'll getcha!
Bzuh?
Hah! I conquer!
Not getting up now!
Witness our brotherly love.
... hide me.
My scratching post is my castle.
... why the hell is he lying at my feet?
Ewww toe-kissing.
Dirty brother.
You really don't - ooooh, shiny!
Missing bottle? I don't know what you're talking about. (The Day Fëanáro Stole A Bottle Of Bowmore.)
See, I'm all innocent-like!
This is MY snack. Go away.

So, happy birthday, my preciouses Mr. Darcy and Fëanáro, and many happy returns!
♥♥♥

In other news...

... these are the kinds of ideas you get when you spend half your day at work staring at the map of Europe.

... at any rate, that's where the silly idea of seeing whether you could fit Britain to the northern shore of France, Belgium and the Netherlands. You can, if you spin it a bit, make half the Netherlands disappear and use the smudge tool. - The rest was ad-libbing once I got toying, because we all know how messing with maps is fun.
I may use this for something at some point. Or not. Not sure yet. >_>