Citrus Feline

I have nothing to write about today. I could babble about my kids' Halloween costumes (a zombie and an angel-- boy and girl, respectively (though, if it had been me, I would've been-- and have been-- the zombie)). But I don't think that's all that interesting to anyone except me. I got a wee bit over-excited about doing my son's zombie makeup and my mom put a damper on that one quickly enough.

Me: "...and I wonder if they have that glow-in-the-dark makeup and-- Oooh!! I could make some scars. I'm good at scars and fake blood. Oh, crap! I don't have spirit gum. Do they sell spirit gum around here? Or....I've got some molding putty that I could use.. Slap some makeup on that-- did you find the glow-in-the-dark makeup?"

Mom: Clutching the child, "You're not getting near my grandbaby with that!"

Me: "...but.."

Mom: "Some white on the face, some black around the eyes. That's it!"

Me: With much eye rolling, "But no zombie is straight black and white.. Sheesh! I need at least some green mixed in and maybe some brown..."

Mom: "Keep it simple! He's only eight!"

Me: Pouting and grumbling, "Fine.."

But I'm allowed to go all out on the girl. Probably because she loves and encourages makeup application at any and every opportunity.

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Limecat is not pleased.
and
Introducing Limecat mini. The world's smallest displeased cat. In five new colors.
(Edited to add: Apparently, the Limecat is so displeased that he's not even there.)