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Yesterday when I got home from work, I had a dozen things I wanted to post. But every time I opened livejournal, my security software told me the site tried to give me a trojan.
So instead, I watched the 1982 The Scarlet Pimpernel. I have forgotten everything I wanted to post, but now I am amusing myself with thoughts of the Tony-go-round. I mean, awwwwww. He clearly bonded with the Dauphin (and vice versa). All his friends who a) just got married and b) just got outed to the French government as being in the League* need to provide him with kids to play with and whirl around. Can't you see a horde of tiny well-dressed lord and lady offspring of the Leaguers? :D I want stories about THAT.
And of course, Leopold can father many kittens to rampage through all their houses and most of Richmond.
eta: Now I'm picturing Leopold, with a tiny kitty cravat tied round his neck, sitting attentively at the front of the Blakeney opera box whilst humans wander around on stage singing. Possibly Marguerite and Percy are canoodling behind him. IT MATTERS NOT, FOR HE IS LARNIN' IMPORTANT TOMCAT-TYPE THINGS! *blames Diane Duane's wizard cats for this. SOMEHOW.*
*Seriously, Percy. Why go and introduce them all to Chauvelin and then leave him alive?! Tut tut, sir! Poor planning!
So instead, I watched the 1982 The Scarlet Pimpernel. I have forgotten everything I wanted to post, but now I am amusing myself with thoughts of the Tony-go-round. I mean, awwwwww. He clearly bonded with the Dauphin (and vice versa). All his friends who a) just got married and b) just got outed to the French government as being in the League* need to provide him with kids to play with and whirl around. Can't you see a horde of tiny well-dressed lord and lady offspring of the Leaguers? :D I want stories about THAT.
And of course, Leopold can father many kittens to rampage through all their houses and most of Richmond.
eta: Now I'm picturing Leopold, with a tiny kitty cravat tied round his neck, sitting attentively at the front of the Blakeney opera box whilst humans wander around on stage singing. Possibly Marguerite and Percy are canoodling behind him. IT MATTERS NOT, FOR HE IS LARNIN' IMPORTANT TOMCAT-TYPE THINGS! *blames Diane Duane's wizard cats for this. SOMEHOW.*
*Seriously, Percy. Why go and introduce them all to Chauvelin and then leave him alive?! Tut tut, sir! Poor planning!