Apparently not a popular opinion these days, but... He is just so, so gross to me. For so, so many reasons.

Oh, shit. I was literally staying a block away from this spot back in April, when I visited NY for the first time. I love a good salad. Had I known how close I was, I would’ve gone! Must remember for next visit...

RIGHT??

Yeah, a friend of mine growing up — who admittedly had serious drug issues at the time, and regularly struggled with suicidal ideation — was sacrificed to this bullshit by her terrible, terrible parents (who were a huge part of many of her problems). She never, ever forgave them, and I wholeheartedly agreed with her.…

I hope he is! We definitely do our best to make sure he is taken the best care of. He’s a very good boy.

Aww, I don’t know that one, how cute! (Funnily enough, I named him Buster because one of my favorites as a kid was a book called The Christmas Day Kitten, which featured two farm cats, one of whom was named Buster.)

I love them, too! He’s my little witchy shadow, and such a goofball.

I love having him around. He’s such a soft plush! And she absolutely is!

He is truly the best (as is Kate Beaton). Did you catch that children’s book she wrote a few years ago that’s all about his adventures?

I just love that.

I feel this. My other black kitty (who lives with my mom in my hometown these days, so she’s pretty much mom’s cat now, which is good since they look after each other), Stella, was older when we adopted her, and we’re not even sure how old. Probably 5 or 6, but who knows? She had been abandoned by the roommate of a…

Congratulations! So exciting! Looking forward to reading this. I just wish I still worked in a new stock bookstore (I’m in a secondhand shop these days, which also sells records), because when I did, we used to get galleys for the booksellers to peruse by the box-load every week, and it’s highly likely I would be…

I know not all cats continue doing it once they outgrow being kittens (I believe it’s originally done while their mother is nursing them), but it’s when they spread their paws out, usually on a blanket or something, and start rhythmically kneading, like a baker making dough, often purring while they do so. So cute!

Same.

You.

Have done so, once even while both of us were on the clock, including occasionally messing around in the break room (TERRIBLE judgment call, but so much fun), can confirm! I still kind of miss that sometimes...

I totally understand that desire — my main issue is anxiety (which, thankfully, I have WAY more under control these days than a few years ago...) and that’s such an easy trap to set for yourself. It’s hard to dig back out of, too. I certainly wasted plenty of time doing the exact same thing the last time some dude…

Not much to update about this week, really. Work continues, the air quality has improved greatly (apologies to those of you up north who are really getting it bad now), though my sinuses are still a bit cranky/fucked up from last week’s.

Ugh, I am so sorry. Men can be so fucking cowardly about literally any sort of confrontation, or anything that requires emotional labor, and so often we end up paying the price for that.

Shelter kitties! Highlight of the post for me every weekend.