November 15, 2009

Surplus of Cats

After multiple upgrades, Arcadia has finally achieved Nookington's! (With no help from the two months I disappeared, either...) It seems as if Nook's satisfied with this renovation.

I smell insincerity.

I don't think all this excitement hasn't gotten to the townies yet. I feel as if some are being impacted by the cost of the expansion into some kind of economic crisis. I just found Kiki window shopping a few days ago.


Poor girl didn't have a cent on her.
I tried confronting her, too, but to no avail.


Maybe Kiki should work part-time for Nook.
Speaking of cats, I think Arcadia's experiencing some sort of cat-surplus. First Kiki, then Mitzi, now Kid Cat? How many cats can one town handle? Three is more than enough.
And now Kid Cat has the hots for Mitzi.


All these cats are impacting our neighbors. Blaire's considering taking a move for somewhere better, or with less cats. I don't blame her, and she can move if she wants. As long as another feline doesn't decide to occupy her space.



Au revoir, Blaire! I was never fond of you, anyway.

November 08, 2009

Welcome, Mr. Fall

Well, it's been a while, and I'm sorry. But posts are back for good!

Good ol' Fall has finally hit Arcadia. And that means that our summer showers are finally over and we get to see some actual sunshine for the first time in a while.
I love the change in the trees. The lush greenery changes to a vibrant red.


And Fall means... Halloween! I went on a scavenger hunt for Jack, but with little luck, I only found him a handful of times, so I didn't complete the furniture set, but got pretty close.


Pippy decided to follow Jay's footsteps and move without notice. And just when we were becoming friends! Well, her loss, I suppose. On the positive side, my all-time favorite neighbor moved in...
Kid Cat! He's so quirky and unexpected. I know we'll become fast friends.


See what I mean?
I've recently gotten into the habit of fishing to get some money to pay off my mortgage, but I never expected to find a Football Fish!


On my last note, I think Groucho's becoming an alcoholic.

I'll never understand you, Groucho.