June 7th, 2015

River Alive

DW Fic: Lambent

Title: Lambent
Author: [personal profile] kaffyr 
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: River Song
Rating: PG
Summary: How River learned to let the sun pour down.
Author's note: This was started for a who_contest challenge, but, as is my wont, I was utterly unable to complete it on time. Other authors have explored River's state of mind after "Let's Kill Hitler" and, frankly, done it better than I could do, but the brief look we saw of her hospital room, and my own affinity for sunlight combined to spark this. One note: the line River murmurs is from Leonard Cohen's transcendentally beautiful "Suzanne." Again, others have seen a conceptual connection between that song and River.
Edited By: my beloved dr_whuh, aka [personal profile] buckaroobob  and by the fantastic [personal profile] a_phoenixdragon 
Disclaimer: Much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save the occasional original character, is mine. All others belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I do, however, love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.

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Cat grass

Dept. of Cats, I Can't Even

Cat Problems: Answers? Anyone? Bueller?*

I love my cats, for a multitude of reasons. Alex, the senior partner, is an impressive blend of leonine gravitas, dog-like generosity, and impressive lolling ability. Philip, our sidewalk rescue, is easy-going beyond all belief, trusting, and happy to sleep with one. Opie ... well, Opie is a huge ball of insecurities, nerves, largely un-repressed desires to become a mother, and other quirks. He also has the loudest purr of any cat in my recent experience, he's a cuddly round ball of need who makes you want to pet him and tell him everything will be all right.

Opie was rescued from a cat hoarder, and I think his quirks are directly or indirectly tied to that experience. At least one thing I tie to his living in an apartment with at least 7 or 8 cats as a kitten is that he gets very upset when new cats (beyond Alex and Phil)  show up. However, the last two times FB's kitties were fostered with us, Opie eventually reached a nervous detente with them.

We thought this was what would happen when FB and Miss Emily dropped Tommy and Lily off with us for the summer. Nope. This third visit apparently tipped Opie over the edge.

During the day, he's more or less OK - just hiding and growling, which by Opie terms is at least a B- in socialization. However, starting about five days ago, things have gone to hell once deep night falls.


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* I use that line, or a bastardization of it, so often that it comes as a shock,even to me, that I've never seen the movie. Since this year marks the 30th anniversary of Ferris Bueller's Day Off, I really should take the time to watch it.

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