Furry

My nephew, already adorned in fuzzy fabric...

My nephew, as of late has been completely and utterly obsessed with two things: Finding Nemo and The Lion King.

Nemo, or Meemo as it's known around these parts, has faded into the background (thankfully). But it's only given rise to the latter film.

Without fail, he begs and begs and begs to watch the Guyguy Show (his words, guyguy meaning "cat"), each and every time he comes over, and we tend to oblige, if only to give us maybe a half-hour or so of peace*.

So, I find little coincidence in the fact that my friend, Tati, posted this gem on Facebook just last night. A cautionary film, no doubt, further evidence of the possible future consequences of my bad babysitting.



Who knew there was a Lion King Meetup each year at Anthrocon? I sure didn't. I was too busy picking my jaw up off the floor over the fact that Furries have a convention of their own. (!)(?)(*shrug*)

*Peace: a break from constant toddlerian badgering, quietly accompanied by the musical stylings of Sir Elton.