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Naria-hime

Naria, real-life cat-girl.
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For those of you who have never been to my house (or for those of you who have never met me in person, as I do tend to rant about my cats quite a lot!), I have two cats.

:star: The first one is Nightcrawler (Nightie for short): :star:
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Named after the X-Men character, naturally!
Male, one and a half years old, silky black fur, probably a mix with a Siamese (very slender features and a long, tall, slinky slender body), and meows a LOT. He is MEGA curious: he pokes his head into anything and everything new and even into old stuff he hasn't seen in a while. He also explores the inside of the washer and dryer whenever he gets the chance.
He likes sleeping in the bathtub, eating elastics of all shapes and sizes, climbing stuff. He dislikes being surprised by water and having his head covered (be it with a blanket or anything).

:star: The other one is Midna: :star:
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My personal little Twilight Princess!
Female, just turned one year old, tortoiseshell fur pattern with a little bit of white on her neck (which makes it look like she has a fluffy white collar). She is much smaller than Nightie and has a much more general "domestic cat" look, though she is adorable! I sometimes say she has a Pokemon face - she has this cute little face and über-long white whiskers! She chirps rather than meows, so she sounds a little like a dove. She is a big scaredy cat (despite her diminutive size), disappearing completely for HOURS at a time (we have yet to find out where she goes when this happens) when someone she doesn't know is in our apartment. When it's just her humans though, she's an incredibly cute and snuggly cat and she will purr up a storm that puts tigers to shame while gently nudging us before curling up and falling asleep on our feet.
She likes toys: she has one octopus with a bell that she adores and drags around the house everywhere and one battered old catnip mousie that she still plays with as if it had been day one. She also LOVES people food. The other day, she snuck up to me (I thought she wanted to be petted) but then she grabbed a fry from my plate and took off, really smug about it too!!! She dislikes being picked up and loud noises.

:star::star::star:  Now to the Gremlin part - I am sure this is true, as I have fed them after midnight once...

Midna's gremlin behaviour is perhaps the most obvious. She chews cables. All cables. All the time. My speakers are now unusable. My laptop cable is patched up with electrical tape EVERYWHERE and I don't want to know what the tv cables look like...

So, you've guessed it, this post is mostly about Nightcrawler.

I love him to bits, but he needs to stop eating everything! While Midna enjoys people food and cables, Nightie eats everything else! I caught him just an hour ago in one of my fabric boxes... he was eating my tulle!!! He's had an obsession with eating tulle fabric ever since we've gotten him. I've had to rescue several projects from him! He once even swallowed over a foot worth of tulle scraps! What the hell?!
But yeah, earlier today, I was looking for him, and, suddenly, at the very, very top of my bookshelf, where I keep my tulle box (to keep it away from Nightcrawler), I hear a sound. Nightie pokes his head out of the box. I have NO IDEA HOW he made it up to the highest shelf!! However, when I looked inside the tulle box, there was some definite marks that he had been in there for a while: there are actually bite shaped chews taken out of my tulle! XD  Luckily, that was just leftover stuff from an old project, so I didn't mind too much...

HOWEVER, here is how he is a gremlin in a second way... He pisses me off on purpose. Why do I say on purpose? Because when I am working on a sewing project, pinning stuff together, he follows me and pulls out the pins! I swear it's true! I'll need to film it someday! I was pinning a dress the other day (so several yards of fabric) and he was two feet behind me, pulling out the pins. I didn't notice until much later, by which time the bloody cat had unpinned half the dress!!! *rage quit*

The reason why I think he does this to piss me off is because he never plays with the pins. He just pulls out a pin and drops it. Moves on to the next one. Pulls it out and drops it. etc. etc. etc. I could not believe my eyes!

He also did that when I organised my pin-cushion the other day. I had just finished organising it and left to go to the bathroom. I came back to find the cat crouched beside the pin cushion with roughly 10 pins around the cushion that he had just pulled out!! *RAGE QUIT*

Just kidding, I am not about to rage quit any time soon... However, I can't help but wonder if anyone else is experiencing gremliny behaviour from their cats and, if you are a cosplayer whose workshop is (sadly) not in a room with doors to keep cats out, what do you do to prevent this sort of behaviour/how do you deal with your cats?

Cheers - I'm going to go bake cookies now.

Oh, and happy apocalypse, lol

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Greetings fellow DA-ers!
I know my greetings get more camp each time I write, but I am running out of ideas...

First of all, congratulations to my AWESOME friend Ryukai-MJ :iconryukai-mj: She won chibinis-chan's :iconchibinis-chan: giveaway for a free Premium membership. I participated in the same giveaway and expressed my envy of her winning (though I am super happy for her!! I was actually thrilled to hear one of my friends got it!) and so she gave me a Premium Membership!!! Ryukai-MJ is SOOO AWESOME!!! :squee: You do know I really love you, right? This is the best advance Christmas present ever! :heart: And we need to hang out after you've read this...
(Incidentally, I will apologise to everyone else for experimenting with skins like crazy... they didn't work when last I had a premium membership, so...)

Okay, now down to some serious business...

My ankle. The stupid bloody evulsion-fractured ankle. After multiple doctor's appointments, three clinics and three sets of x-rays at three different radiologist clinics, we finally have a conclusion... My cartilage is the most damaged part of my ankle. The rest is just an evulsion-fracture, meaning that my ligament was stronger than my bone and sorta kinda PULLED MY BONE UNTIL IT SPLIT!!! :jawdrop:  I dunno about you, but I, for one, did not think that was possible... I will be a lot more careful in future, that's for sure!
Anyway, as a result I have a so-called "walking boot" which is actually more of a moon-boot filled with air. The company name is actually a very apt description of what the thing is: Air-Cast. If you're picturing a crazy moon-boot lined with air pockets with valves that you inflate with a small pump, then you're picturing exactly what it is!! The great news about this thing is that I do not need crutches to move around any more. The Air-Cast supports my weight and distributes it evenly away from the injured ankle so I can walk without any pain. However... I have to listen to five or more really terrible jokes a day about how "the skiing season isn't even started yet!" (which, by the way, is not true: we've been making fake-snow since November and several skiing mountains have thus been open for business!) So... yeah, I am getting tired of the really lame jokes.
Also, the cold... for some reason the cold outside really KILLS my ankle. I have stabbing pains I didn't have before when I venture outside my apartment and the only reason I can find for that is that the cold affects my fractured bone... :(  So I've mostly stayed home all week. It's boring and I often find myself with nothing to do, but at least my ankle is okay.
But otherwise, everything is good. I should be starting physiotherapy in a week or so. I will update more then.

And finally, Scottish Accents!! I am sure you have all been puzzled and sitting on the edge of your seats, wondering what I meant by that!! Right???

Well, it turns out that in my theatre classes, we had a dialect study project. I had to interview, learn the accent, and re-create the character (walk, voice, personality) of someone with a strong accent. I picked a Scottish guy from Dunoon in Argyle Scotland. It was really cool!!! ^_^  But now I am faced with a teensy problem: I cannot seem to rid myself of the accent anymore!! I've been rehearsing it so frequently that my default "foreign" accent at the moment seems to be Scottish. I tried to do an Italian accent the other day while reading something aloud, and, while the first two words came out correctly, the rest all turned out Scottish! XD  But the class was a success! I got 90% on my dialect study and presentation, which means that I can do a pretty bloody good Scottish accent by now, I suppose...

But why bring that up? Well, first off, my semester is finally over!! I actually did well in everything except improv class (oh, well, you can't have it all...) and dance class (because I had to defer my finals). As a gift for my end of semester, I ordered tickets for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey over a month ago. I got to see the "premiere" mid-night screening of it! :heart: :squee:
IT WAS AWESOME!!!!! :squee:
The 100 frames (or whatever number it was) per second was a little much to cope with at first - it made some sequences look like they were fast forwarded, or from a videogame (for some inexplicable reason). But the 3D was flawless and I did not feel like throwing up from it, so that was great.
The cinematography was epic and, though things were added to the original story of the book, I think they added to the plot and allowed for a nice tie-in with the LoTR trilogy.
Also... (and I never thought I would say this) the Dwarfs in it are sexy!! (Actually, it's more like Thorin Oakenshield is really, REALLY hot!) The acting was also impeccable and I am very much looking forward to the next part of The Hobbit!!!

And that's it for a very eclectic journal post. Sorry about that - but my brain seems to turn to mush under self-inflicted-house-arrest. I need to get out and do something, because I am going crazy!!! Again, sorry for how this random post seems - but I am very happy at the moment and I had to express it!

Cheers and don't hate me for this long, odd post!!!

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Hi interwebs (read: Deviantart)! This is your short and friendly update from me, Naria-Hime!

Not that this will become a regular thing or anything... (it won't, I promise!) But I feel there is something I need to let you guys know.

I broke my ankle.

It sucks and it really... REALLY hurts... especially because I get it caught on everything.

The worst part really is that I don't even have a good story to go with this. My boyfriend suggests I tell everyone that I defended kittens from a gang of piratical ninjas and escaped with only a broken ankle... but the truth is actually kinda/quite/really/super/über LAME!
I missed a step. That's all. I didn't even fall down properly. Have you missed a step before and then landed on both your feet and though "phew! that went well, I thought I was going to fall on my face!!" Well, that's exactly what happened to me. But as I landed on my two feet, my left ankle decided to do some weird contortion and, while it was at it, take my entire weight in one go. I actually heard it snap and pain shot up my leg and that was that. And yet I was standing up and by-passers would never have guessed had I not gasped in pain and started hobbling like nobody's business.
I guess I was lucky that this happened at a larger metro (subway) station, because there were plenty of people around to help me. There was a really nice Russian lady who actually helped me all the way to a seat on the train, telling me about her daughter injuring herself in the same way. She was really nice and a total walking stereotype (I don't mean to insult anyone, but she was almost out of a Bond movie, I swear!): she was tall, slender, blonde and gorgeous, had a thick James-Bond-Natasha-like accent and wore a gorgeous outfit with a white fur coat...

In any case, I spent 12 hours in hospital only to find out that I had not sprained my ankle like I had initially thought (because here I was, thinking it was just a benign sprain... but noooo! I hate you, universe!), but that I had sprained it AND chip-fractured it. That's right, not a huge break, just a 4 mm bone splinter that came off my left lateral malleolus (bottom of the fibula, or the little bump on the side of your ankle as we all have come to know and love it)... and it REALLY HURTS! I keep getting it caught on crap or accidentally putting weight on it or something... The worst thing is that the hospital could not decide whether I need a cast or not... something about ligaments that I don't quite get. So now I am going to seek a second opinion about it because this really SUCKS!

I think the worst part may be that this is my finals week. I said this to the ER doctor too. She said "it's not a problem - you can go to school!" I had to tell her that she didn't understand what I mean by "finals." I'm in theatre school. My finals mean a tango choreography with feisty text, improvisation with neutral masks, no less than three completely different scenes from Romeo and Juliet as three entirely different characters, and a presentation of a dialect study (again, in character)... did I mention none of these characters hobble or have crutches???

So yeah, now I have crutches. And thanks to those crutches, now I feel like I ACTUALLY fell down the steps with my entire body (make that an estimate of 100 steps) because I have muscles aching that I didn't even KNOW I had!! My lower abs are killing me from having to pull up my right leg up staircases. My right leg is spasming from having to support all my weight all day, my arms feel like they are going to fall off from my inability to navigate with crutches while carrying a schoolbag... So now I am in more pain than before...

So I feel terrible because I'm in pain and I feel like I am letting all my classmates and scene partners down... and this could not have happened at a worse time. The ironic thing, really, is that when I missed that fatal step which caused all this crap, I was inwardly rehearsing my lines for the tango choreography. I was supposed to do it that morning. Talk about a twist of fate! I guess the universe really didn't want me to dance! I actually cried a little - please don't laugh - because I was having a really good day up to that point... and felt really confident in my tango... and was excited to be presenting it. I am still disappointed that this happened...

So that was my big news flash. Nothing exciting... Just... just thought I'd put it out there. OH! AND DID I MENTION I AM GOING COMPLETELY CRAZY WITH COOPED UP ENERGY BECAUSE I CAN'T REALLY MOVE AROUND!!!! *sigh* As soon as this thing gets better, I'll be climbing the ceiling!

Oh, and, yeah I forgot to mention that I am terrified. My grandmother injured her ankle when she was only 10 years older than me. The doctors did not take the proper steps when it happened and she was never able to walk normally again. The fact that the ER doctors cannot decide what to do about my ankle scared me because I don't want to be in the same situation. I have an acting career before me - I don't want it to end early because I'll be stuck hobbling forever... if anyone has had a chip-fractured ankle before and can offer some small comfort, I would appreciate...

Thanks and cheerio world!
And this wasn't nearly as short as I hoped it would be...




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Well sh*t!

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Okay, this will be short because it's late, I'm tired and I have to be Front of House on a show tomorrow morning. Not that this is in anyway relevant - it's really not.

*sigh* I just needed to talk to someone. And right now my journal (in other words, my friends on DA) are that someone. My mum would just tell me to shut up and get a grip on myself and my boyfriend is too biased to give an honest answer...

I. FEEL. LIKE. SH*T!

I feel like I am wasting my time. My classes at school suck. REALLY suck. No, I do not fancy a career change. I still love theatre. But my teachers make me feel like shit, going to school feels more and more like a chore and I am at a point where I prefer not going to school and going to work instead of going to class - and my job is pretty darn boring... And I can't skip any more classes or I will fail. So that makes me miserable 5 days a week, and the weekends (during which I work) are not exactly improving my mood.

Neither is shitty November... it's cold. Unpleasant. Dark... I hate it. (That is not why I needed to talk, it's just a passing thought while looking out the window.)

But the real problem isn't school. Not that school making me miserable isn't a problem. It really is but I am hoping to find a solution... well... uh... somehow...

The issue is that I am not progressing on my cosplays nearly as much as I want to. Okay, so that happens. But what really but the capper on things tonight was seeing some gorgeous, amazing version of my best cosplay so far. Person said it was their first costume and it was like 1000 times better than mine. The girl was also much prettier and had a gorgeous figure. It made me feel like absolute crap about myself! I feel horrible and I feel like I've somehow failed. And I feel like I look... I don't know... ugly is not a strong enough word! I love my San (Princess Mononoke) costume. I thought it was a really decent costume. But now I just feel ugly and useless and like the work I did - the months of work - amounted to nothing more than a second rate costume piece... should I change my hobby? I mean... I don't know what I mean anymore. I just hate myself at the moment. And if I wasn't so tired right now, I would be raiding my closet to throw out every last piece of my sh*tty cosplay!

And I am completely failing my Nanowrimo goals. Nanowrimo is the national novel writing month. My novel is good. No, seriously, I actually like where the story is taking me. But school is eating up all my time (for both Nanowrimo and cosplay) and work is too and what with the gloomies taking over me right now, I am not writing much. So long admirable goals!

FML.

Goodnight. I hope tomorrow's show run goes quickly. I want to just stay home and sleep and waste away... because clearly that's just the best I can do.

Sorry for laying this on those of you kind enough to watch my work. I really appreciate you guys! No, really, I do! I also appreciate you reading until this point. Thank you for your support. I am sorry.

Night.
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Okay, I am doing a short and sweet journal because if I don't post this soon I may just flip a brick, which does not bode well for the class I am currently writing this in.

I HATE MY CLASS!! MY CLASSMATES ARE MORONS WITH THE INTELLECT LEVEL OF AN AMOEBA!! These guys are so stupid I seriously feel like crying at this point. I've just heard some of the most ignorant comments about the Jacobean era, king James and Titus Andronicus and other theatrical notions of the past. When discussing Queen Elizabeth's name as "the Virgin queen" someone seriously asked (this is a history class) why there were so many Georges and only two Elizabeths. (BECAUSE THERE HAVEN'T BEEN THAT MANY QUEENS RULING ON THEIR OWN YOU TWAT!!!) Common logic could answer that! I wouldn't mind it so much if these idiots kept their idiocy to themselves... but they have to not only voice their moronic thoughts, but also INTERRUPT THE PROFESSOR WITH THIS CRAP!!!

*breathes in deeply... and again... and again... and again...*

I'm okay now.

I just needed to post that here because I can't put it on facebook where they might see it...

*deep breaths*

Back to class.
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