romanticising america if i lived in america i would go to trader joes and walk around with groceries (?) in their paper bags and then id eat a mango and pay 1million dollars for passionfruit ? oh and then id go to new york and eat a cigarette. off the footpath. sorry sidewalk
the work printer cries out, "no stop, that's too much! youre gonna make me jam!" as i load a full ream into her tray, but it's too late. "see, you can take it. you're doing such a good job for me." i coo into her feeding tray as i begin printing the morning reports. her warning lights turn red as she moans in i assume ecstacy
I could recognize her by discourse alone, by typing style; I would know her blind, by the way her bad takes came and her fingers struck the keyboard. I would know her under any username. i would know her irl, at the end of the world
I have never in my life had a kitten react this negatively to swaddling. Fully feral 8 week olds tolerate it better than this 10 day old kitten. Warning: he is LOUD and sounds like he's being tortured.
You can imagine how much fun tube feeding him is right now....
This is the same baby that was growling at me so it appears to be a native personality thing. He's going to be a delightful adult cat at the vet.... Maybe I should change his name to "eternal gabapentin"
My family has started calling my cat "the beast" which is very funny considering she's a 19yo arthritic old lady who needs help up and down the stairs. Not to mention she doesn't really meow any more, just sits and stares at you, and im the only one who can reliably guess what she wants, so my parents are constantly messaging me "The beast awakens... I know not what she desires 😥😥" i feel like the chosen prophet of an eldritch god