I'm deciding if I should go to a film festival tomorrow. Main issue is gas money.

What's Kinny been doing D:

A knife in the drainer stabbed Kinny when he was getting a lid for the tuna. D8> Someone kiss it better? *gush gush*

*Puts band aid on Kitty's hand* Now it'll all be better.

@ Claudia ::

Awww....
Take the city bus(es)?


@ Flish/Kinny ::

-sends are kisses before rushing over with an alcohol wipe-

We don't want that getting infected.

And I HATE when people leave sharp object in bubbly dish water.

~cuddles Jack and smiles, blushing lightly~

Oh Dear Flish, are you ok?

*Grabs piece of cake and samples* Hmm...not bad Jack. *Setting down the cake and frowns at the plushies she is working on before mumbling and pulling out some siccors.*

-chases Kinny witha bandaid?-

Kinny shall survive. ^^- *feels better now that it's been kissed, wipe'd, and bandaid'd* 8D Thankies everyones~

Poor Flishie! Unless you stabbed yourself to be able to get out of doing more chores? *giggles*

The back jack she has melted and stuck the dinosaurus biscuits and the god knows how old rock together D:


HIM's food box is full of weird

Vicky! D8 Kinny may have ambiguous morals, but he does not resort to self-harm to avoid chores. ^^- He makes it look like he did the chores. *nod nod* Much more good.

Wewt, Mene Angels right here.
Cleaning up wounds and sending out get well soons.
B' D



@ Vicky ::

Lol, funny cat.

*pats Flish*

*purrs at Vicky, rubs against* <3~

~headtilts at Lix~
Everything ok?

*gets back from mopping the floor, kicks Kinny in the shin* You forgot something. >.>

Kinny forgot to clean out his kitty litter

TIPPY! <3

How've you been?

Hi Flink! I've been doing well. How about you?

Gasp! Kinny has no idea what Kay speaks of. >3> Ow! Abuse!

*Smiles weakly at Star* Kinda....having some issues with the hair on the plushies. *Pouts looking at the pushie in her hands.* Hand sewing can suck sometimes...

Flink's been good. She works too much. :(

Flishie! You leaving your sister to finish the chores? *wags finger at you*

Aw, can't you take any breaks, hon?

He's horrible, Vicky. He does half of the chores, and I must do the other. *dramatic sigh*