Croaky-art! My commision! More vampires!

But first.. This has been a cleaning day off doooom!!! Now it feels soooo nice though. The entire apartment shines. I actually found my desk under all the shit I had on it. And I found a couple off bills I hadn't paid. (Damn!) None where late though. (Phew.) peting73 was awesome. He hates cleaning as much as I do, but he is much much quicker and did most of the work today. And to top it off, it was laundry day today. Bah. That, however, ended up on my plate. And what with cleaning out the entire apartment, there was really a shitload of laundry. Geez... o.O All done now, and it will be dry and nice tomorrow. :-) And after that, we'll have to borrow a washing-machine somewhere, since we won't be able to get to ours for an entire month. Woooe... *sigh*

If you wonder why you get random comments on week-old posts, thats just me. :-P I am working my way through my f-list. I am so behind on it after that wedding, it ain't even funny. :-P

One thing that is funny and sure as hell put a HUGE smile on my face was that I got an email from croaky, the Ninjapirate with the commission I ordered from her a couple of days ago. :-) Remember the last one? ;-)

Well, this vampire I played for two years straight, every other saturday. She was an awesome character to play.

A Ventrue vampire, she was not like everyone else in her clan. Ventrue vampires usually choose blue bloods, if you know what I mean? Woman and men from old noble families and/or rich families. Lili von Carlos on the other hand was a self-made woman, that had worked her way up from the streets. Started out as a bouncer in shady clubs being quite strong, she worked herself up to better clubs. Got friends among other bouncers. Started a security firm. That grew. And grew. She discovered she was quite the ruthless business woman as well as a good fighter. And even though she was the head of her firm, she still went to clubs etc to pick a fight. And so. Her sire, Cherie von Carlos found Lili and made her a Ventrue vampire and a member of the von Carlos family. Lili was not an old vampire by any means. Only 80 years old. When she ended up in Borås to help another one of the von Carlos family (her blood-cousin), Amadeus von Carlos, she fell in love with him and he with her.

They not only drank each others blood (and had a lot of... *cough* kinky vamp-sex) but they turned out to be a powerful team as well in the politics of the city. Amadeus had lots of brains, but not much muscle. Lili however had lots off muscle... She was an incredible fighter. She took care of his dirty work with her small army off servants, equally good fighters (but very mortal), and he took care of the sweet-talk. They ended up on the two top positions in the city, he the Prince and she the Cheifharpy. But.. When your on the top, there is only one way and it is down... She finally meet her end in a grisly fight against the enemies of the city, standing alone against impossible odds, literary ending up as dust.

I miss her sometimes. She was an amazing character to play! And my darling friend CT who played Amadeus was not only a perfect gentleman (he really is), he was a laugh to play with to! (Yes, we did discuss our characters sex-life... Don't everyone?)

Anyway, after that looong introduction... Have a photo of me as Lili von Carlos and off CT as Amadeus von Carlos:

( Photo of me as Lili von Carlos... )

The result from croaky is, as always, mind-blowing. How the hell she can catch my characters so excellently, I have no idea. But she does.

( Croaky's take on Lili von Carlos...  )

My darling cats...

OMG! I am actually caught up with all my friends on my flist! Yay! So if you got a ton of random comments from me these days, hence.

I know now that a lot off my friends has had a tough time and still does. I'll be thinking of you guys. I was especially touched when I saw that one of you is losing your darling pet. Right now, probably as we speak. Gawd. I am so so sorry about that. It reminded me about all them cats I have grown up with. And lost to old age.

My darling Pyret. I meet her for the first time, a tiny angry wild little kitten in a box. I was only 7 years old. My little brother only 3. But we fell in love with this amazing black beauty. Once we got to know her, she was the most awesome cat you can imagine. She always came when we called her, or whistled in a special way that our mother taught us. She always let me carry her around, put her in doll-clothes and drive her around in my doll's pram. She followed us around to all the time. Well, apart from the times she had to do her walk-abouts in the area and be gone for a week or so. We were always so worried then, but she always came back. And she always, always slept on my arm in my bed when she was home. Curled close to my face. She was gorgeous. My darling Pyret. She died during my year in the USA when I worked as an aupair from cat-cancer. She'd been on the pill her entire life, and it gave her cancer. My mother told me about it on the phone and I literary broke down, in a foreign country. The kids in said family where awesome and helped me through it though. Mum told me she had been sick for days from her cancer abscesses, having difficulty moving around. Finally she hid under my bed, and my father (a very practical farmer) had to trick her out from under there so he could carry her to the hunter next door so he could end it. He didn't get there though. She died in his arms. She only turned 13. My darling baby...

But Pyret left a piece off herself behind. A daughter. Ida. She was not that much like her mother. For starters she was much bigger then her mother who was quite petite. Her birth was a laugh though. *smiles at memory* Pyret hated to be alone, so we had to sit by the little box we had prepared for her night and day when she got close to giving birth. One night my mother happened to fall asleep by the box. Pyret did not like this at all, and so dragged herself up the stairs. Not to my bed (gladly) but to my father who was sound asleep. I have no idea how she got up there, but she did. Settled on his stomach and gave birth to her first kitten right then and there. Oh my gawd! You should have heard my father then, cursing and running down with the cat and the kitten to the kitchen blaming my mother for falling asleep... The other kittens was born nicely though in the box, with my mom there, and awake! Ida was the only one we kept. The others... were put away. As they say. I did mention the hunter next door and that my father was a very very practical farmer.... Ehm. It did hurt us kids that they had to kill Ida's siblings, but we did understand to.

Ida was a tough cat. When it naturally was time for her to leave her mother there was some fighting of course, but after a couple off weeks, Pyret just gave up and Ida formed a formidable team with her mother. They were the Queens of the area around our house. They patrolled it constantly and then when it was time for bed, they went home and crawled down my bed. Pyret on my arm, and Ida under the cover by my belly. Something that annoyed my brother since Ida was supposed to be his cat, but she hardly ever slept in his bed. Ida was much more stubborn then her mother. Clearly having a mind off her own. And she definitly mourned her mother until she herself died. We have no idea how, though... I knew Ida's grandmother, a cat named Svarta at my grandparents farm. She did the same thing as Ida did. She was a bit sickly from old age, but did very well for an old cat still according to the vets that we took her to. Then... One day she just got up and left towards the woods. We never saw her again. 17 years is a respectable age for a cat. She was awesome. A tough lady that made our life so much better.

When I first meet our current cats, Skuld and Verdandi, I thought I saw ghosts... They are so, so alike Pyret and Ida, you have no idea. One slightly more petite.. the other bigger. All off them jet-black with gorgeous yellow eyes...

Excuse my cat-post. But I was in such a mood. To all you out there with pets.... Take care off them and love them. They are the light off our lifes and they love you with all there little hearts... *hugs current cats, Skuld and Verdandi*