I've always loved both cats and dogs, I happen to have a dog now. I spent the last 5 days caring for a neighbor's cat, she was so mad the last day I, and not her mom, came in to feed her she "fake" attacked my ankles. Made me LOL. Her owner says she meowed all night when she came home, refusing to allow her to sleep. Cat revenge!
Cats are fun. They are moodier than dogs, generally less desperate for attention than dogs (although not always) and they keep you guessing as to when they’ll flip the switch between passive and rake your eyes open. My wife loves dogs. I’m a cat guy. My current cat, Banjo, is my homie.
Happy story. I visited an old friend yesterday. He's had a range of health problems and coping with chronic pain. However, about two years ago he took in two kittehs when their elderly owner had to let them go. He says that it was the best thing he did and has added a lot of enjoyment to his life sharing the house with them. Obviously, it can't make his conditions disappear, but it takes the misery out of the day.
Yes, but I was referring to Wonkette specifically and to the drooling troll to whom you replied. Notice lots more trolls here since the move to substack.
I think there are a lot more people now and some of them are bound to be trolls. They can be amusing--they are incredibly illogical--but it's sad to see what some people believe.
Pretty sure my male kitten is a masochist. He keeps trying to play-fight with our 5yo cat who smacks him down pdq. We have his female litter mate, too.
Hoo-boy, I don’t know what. I come from a very liberal, very diverse extended family. Of course, my parents,aunts, and uncles (well, except for the aunt who is nine years younger than me because my grandfather was a hot dog who who couldn’t keep it in his pants) are all boomers, and as such, their version of liberal may not always align with what the kids these days consider liberal. We are, depending on which group of us you look at, and what aspect of us you look at, Whitey MacWhitersons (no Irish!), Ethiopian, Jewish, Quakers, Portuguese, Catholic, Episcopalian, sexually diverse and gender-diverse. So you’d think none of them would send a “just joking” email in response to a work accomplishment notice that identified me in some accomplishment (what? Being GenX, and therefore not having the sense to switch jobs more frequently than every 20-30 year?) as they rather than as he. Fucking Christ on a butt plug, uncle, you’ve got nephews and nieces and grand-nephews and grad-nieces who are non-binary or not the gender they were assigned at birth, you’ve got the straights and the gays and everyone in between — you’ve had the difference between gender and sexuality explained to you multiple times. This is not an email you should have sent, my dude. Like you, I am an extremely privileged heterosexual white male, and even I am offended by what you sent. Looks like I need to find a few links to various studies to explain yet again the differences between sexuality and gender identity, and the whole he/she/they/them/it/etc. to you. So thanks for taking up my Saturday. Oh, and nobody’s whacking off the penises of children without consent, BTW. What the fuck was that about? If we’re going to discuss surgeries, that dangler is repurposed back into what it was before a rush of hormones during pregnancy turned it from an innie to an outie, and I still have no idea what that has to do with LinkedIn misgendering me, or why you should care about how I identify (which, in most cases, is as “hey dad.”).
I begged and pleaded for a cat when I was a kid. Then one Christmas my parents got me a Cat...Fancy subscription. That was some bullshit. But on the upside I didn't have to scoop its litter box.
My older sister and I both got kittens dropped into our pillowcases while out trick or treating one year. So squee! They both mysteriously disappeared while we were at school. You can't explain it.
I have several spare cats right here if you want. I made the mistake of spoiling them. When they showed up, I asked them what they wanted and when they told me, I gave it to them. My family informs me this was an error. Now they sit beside my computer and spew epithets until I yield. So I yield. It's just easier.
Pluses: they are very cute. Minuses: they run my life now, and they do not have my best interests in mind, just theirs. I would love it if they enrolled in college or got jobs, but years of therapy have shown me why my own actions did not actually contribute to them self-actualizing. Unless this is how cats self-actualize.
Ta, Robyn. Ta, Robin and Beth. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace. Darling fiance´ Meccalopolis and I just finished brunch, a/k/a second breakfast. Blueberry buckwheat pancakes with blueberry-banana maple syrup, MyBacon, and rosemary-NM chile-smoked salt air fried potatoes. Yum, but no photo because I overcooked two strips of the vegan bacon. Before brunch, sweetie drove to the post office to pick up our new organic cotton flannel sheets. We'll no longer have to use the electric heater in the bedroom at the pied-a-nuage; hooray!
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get the new vaccine and a flu shot while you're at it, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed Treg among over seven million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel, especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN.
I have always been a cat person. There is something about their sleek fur, sinewy movements and purring tickles me in a way no other animal can match.
I've always loved both cats and dogs, I happen to have a dog now. I spent the last 5 days caring for a neighbor's cat, she was so mad the last day I, and not her mom, came in to feed her she "fake" attacked my ankles. Made me LOL. Her owner says she meowed all night when she came home, refusing to allow her to sleep. Cat revenge!
Cats are fun. They are moodier than dogs, generally less desperate for attention than dogs (although not always) and they keep you guessing as to when they’ll flip the switch between passive and rake your eyes open. My wife loves dogs. I’m a cat guy. My current cat, Banjo, is my homie.
beauty cat pic below
file:///Users/admin/Downloads/DSC04248.jpg
This is extremely weird, but I love it!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX3iLfcMDCw
That looks like something my kiddo would show me with the warning, "mom this is hilarious but you won't get it".
Cat pee, cat puke, cat hair, cat litter on the soles of your bare feet.
What's not to like? Shredded furniture?
Dog hair, dog bites, dog farts, what's not to like? Chewed up EVERYTHING when they get bored?
I have a friend named, "Katz"
A friend of ours had a cat named dee-oh-gee.
Happy story. I visited an old friend yesterday. He's had a range of health problems and coping with chronic pain. However, about two years ago he took in two kittehs when their elderly owner had to let them go. He says that it was the best thing he did and has added a lot of enjoyment to his life sharing the house with them. Obviously, it can't make his conditions disappear, but it takes the misery out of the day.
Cats are a masochist's best friend. Not my kink but I'm not judging. Oh who am I kidding.
Dogs Rule, Cats Drool.
I've been slobbered on by many dogs. Cats? Never.
Well, one of our cats *did* used to drool a bit when extremely happy and purring.
Aaaawwwww, So cute.
Cats are simply keeping us humble.
Cats do drool, but not nearly as much as dogs. Or, for that matter, some people.
Lot of vomitous trolls around these parts lately, huh?
Not just around these parts, sadly. They seem to exist worldwide.
Yes, but I was referring to Wonkette specifically and to the drooling troll to whom you replied. Notice lots more trolls here since the move to substack.
I think there are a lot more people now and some of them are bound to be trolls. They can be amusing--they are incredibly illogical--but it's sad to see what some people believe.
I stopped being amused by imbecilic trolls after the stolen 2016 election.
Pretty sure my male kitten is a masochist. He keeps trying to play-fight with our 5yo cat who smacks him down pdq. We have his female litter mate, too.
Had a cat looked just like this Tabby. Same serious look. Aloof. (whatever the fuck that means)
Dangerous when pissy. Best cat food money can buy. Or sleep with one eye open.
https://substack.com/profile/155751600-darth-trad/note/c-43072091
Cats Rule!
Hoo-boy, I don’t know what. I come from a very liberal, very diverse extended family. Of course, my parents,aunts, and uncles (well, except for the aunt who is nine years younger than me because my grandfather was a hot dog who who couldn’t keep it in his pants) are all boomers, and as such, their version of liberal may not always align with what the kids these days consider liberal. We are, depending on which group of us you look at, and what aspect of us you look at, Whitey MacWhitersons (no Irish!), Ethiopian, Jewish, Quakers, Portuguese, Catholic, Episcopalian, sexually diverse and gender-diverse. So you’d think none of them would send a “just joking” email in response to a work accomplishment notice that identified me in some accomplishment (what? Being GenX, and therefore not having the sense to switch jobs more frequently than every 20-30 year?) as they rather than as he. Fucking Christ on a butt plug, uncle, you’ve got nephews and nieces and grand-nephews and grad-nieces who are non-binary or not the gender they were assigned at birth, you’ve got the straights and the gays and everyone in between — you’ve had the difference between gender and sexuality explained to you multiple times. This is not an email you should have sent, my dude. Like you, I am an extremely privileged heterosexual white male, and even I am offended by what you sent. Looks like I need to find a few links to various studies to explain yet again the differences between sexuality and gender identity, and the whole he/she/they/them/it/etc. to you. So thanks for taking up my Saturday. Oh, and nobody’s whacking off the penises of children without consent, BTW. What the fuck was that about? If we’re going to discuss surgeries, that dangler is repurposed back into what it was before a rush of hormones during pregnancy turned it from an innie to an outie, and I still have no idea what that has to do with LinkedIn misgendering me, or why you should care about how I identify (which, in most cases, is as “hey dad.”).
I begged and pleaded for a cat when I was a kid. Then one Christmas my parents got me a Cat...Fancy subscription. That was some bullshit. But on the upside I didn't have to scoop its litter box.
My older sister and I both got kittens dropped into our pillowcases while out trick or treating one year. So squee! They both mysteriously disappeared while we were at school. You can't explain it.
I have several spare cats right here if you want. I made the mistake of spoiling them. When they showed up, I asked them what they wanted and when they told me, I gave it to them. My family informs me this was an error. Now they sit beside my computer and spew epithets until I yield. So I yield. It's just easier.
Pluses: they are very cute. Minuses: they run my life now, and they do not have my best interests in mind, just theirs. I would love it if they enrolled in college or got jobs, but years of therapy have shown me why my own actions did not actually contribute to them self-actualizing. Unless this is how cats self-actualize.
Please help me.
I am not a cat person.
Ta, Robyn. Ta, Robin and Beth. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace. Darling fiance´ Meccalopolis and I just finished brunch, a/k/a second breakfast. Blueberry buckwheat pancakes with blueberry-banana maple syrup, MyBacon, and rosemary-NM chile-smoked salt air fried potatoes. Yum, but no photo because I overcooked two strips of the vegan bacon. Before brunch, sweetie drove to the post office to pick up our new organic cotton flannel sheets. We'll no longer have to use the electric heater in the bedroom at the pied-a-nuage; hooray!
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get the new vaccine and a flu shot while you're at it, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed Treg among over seven million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel, especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN.
Slava Ukraini. 🌻🇺🇦💙💛