Cthute

Like many geeks and techies, my sweetie, David, has a very flat affect. It's usually something that I treasure. There simply is no psychodrama around him. He's utterly rock-like, even in circumstances where it is most infuriating. He's about as sentimental as a spider. When I found him being cute and sweet to my two kittens, I was enthralled. Turns out, David is as bad a cat wimp as I am, or any other person in the house. He talks to the kittens (now two years old), saying things like, "Oh, look at the fine Naomi. The finest Naomi in the whole house. What a fine kitten belly. Such soft fur. Such a good Naomi, with such fine whiskers." I've taken to using many of the same phrases, myself.

A while ago, we were sitting in bed. He was reading, I was dicking around on my laptop. It wasn't too long after Minicon, where I'd bought a strange plushie -- a plush Cthulu.. The plushie was sitting on my pillow, and David picked it up. He stroked it (it really does have a very fine, plush pelt) and said, "Oh, look at the fine Cthulu. Such a great, green Cthulu. Such a fine elder god, yes, the finest elder god in the whole house. Such tentacles he has. Long and wobbly, yes, the finest tentacles any elder god ever had."

Somewhere in there I fell over, I was laughing so hard.