I agree. My cats never got mauled by a wild animal while laying on my couch. They never got hit by a car while sitting in my lap. They never got worms/fleas/ticks while sleeping in my bed. They do, however, have countless toys, lots of healthy food and no fear.
It's not just mice, it's any small mammals, birds, frogs, lizards.
Also worth mentioning: Leash laws apply to cats in many areas of the US. If you let your cat outside, without a leash, not in a carrier, you may be violating the law and could get in trouble if your neighbors decide to complain to animal control.
I think its silly for us to assume whether a cat is happy or sad depending on their face. Because lets face it, they're look screams ambivalenceand 'not a fuck was given.' Consider how my cats react when the UPS man shows up, I can assume they would flip the fuck out if they were outside.
I think supervised outdoor playtime is great. They get the playtime and you can make sure they're not endangered or endangering anything else.
Absolutely, totally agree. It's WORK to have a pet. You have to constantly come up with new, exciting things for them to do. You need to make time daily to spend with them. They're like children who will never grow up.
Too Much Happiness is amazing. My favorite story in there (and favorite overall Munro story) is Free Radicals. It's so creeptastic.
I think that's a reason why older people are dismissed by society these days...old people just don't give a fuck and are generally less prone to buying into superficial insecurities than younger folk. Getting older rocks on that score.
Also an immigrant kid here, with a very foreign-sounding name - I've never been offended when people ask me where I'm from/what I "am." I don't look 100% white/Western, either, especially in the summer when I tan darker than some of my Latina friends, so people tend to be curious about my ethnic makeup from that…
THIS!
I know I'm conventionally "thin" but I now no longer give a shit about being "skinny". I haven't weighed myself in 2 years. I am what I am and that's it.
YES! I just turned 28 and I was thinking as I read this article, thank God I'm getting old enough to not give a flying fuck if I have a thigh gap or not. Which is a good thing because years of running mean I have some muscular thighs.
Same. I used to care about a thigh gap when I was a teenager and was intensely ashamed that I didn't have one even at my thinnest, and no matter how thin I was, I considered myself fat because my thighs touched. Now I don't give a shit. I have much more enjoyable beach holidays as a result.
Back in the 80s when we hooked up my wife always told me what a "cow" she was. I tried to reassure her (she was awe inspiringly hot), but she just told me "you love me, you don't have any choice but to think I'm hot" (LOL!!!). We've both put on weight since then ( I still think she's hot, she still tells me I'm…
As a 24 year old, I support this thread and hope I can achieve this.
Yep, yep, yep. 31 here, and I started really trying to get in shape (for weight loss) about two years ago. However, it completely backfired. I haven't lost that much weight, but I'm in great shape, and I love my body for how it performs during physical exercise and being able to push myself to achieve more. When I do…
When I was in my early 20s, the internet barely existed and I gave up TV (well, gave up cable but the "TV" I had was just an old computer monitor that didn't get over-the-air signals). It was amazing the effect that being somewhat removed from images of mainstream beauty had on me. I mean, I was never super into it (I…
I'm still in my 20's, not out of the woods yet, but I'm amazed at how much less I care now, at 25, than I did even at 23. I still remember the day before thanksgiving when I was 23, at my now inlaws house... I stepped on the scale in their bathroom and was 124 lbs. At the time I was usually 120-121 and those 3 lbs…
This times infinity! I wish I hadn't wasted so much of my twenties wishing that my stomach was flatter or my thighs were thinner or my arms were more toned. Looking at pictures of myself back then, they were fine! I like looking presentable, but I no longer give too many shits if I'm "fuckable". And it turns out…