Shelter Cat Update!

My local paper (inexplicably) ran a story about a care-home worker claiming she was being “emotionally blackmailed” into getting the vaccine, and it was full of the usual “I believe in my own immune system”, “we don’t know the long-term effects”, “my freedom!” bullshit.

Thanks for the clear and honest self-correction.

And where the hell did they get their education and training? 

Who would want an unvaccinated worker anywhere near their vulnerable newborn?  Good riddance.

And yet is somehow not a grey?  Weird.

Seriously.  Kinja is broken, and it has nothing to do with Krispy.  And I love how this person didn’t have the guts to use their real account. 

Oy. Fuck off. These Shelter Update posts are the only reason I (and I suspect some others) still check out the SNS.

Funny story: I was walking my dog and found an old basketball in a ditch. She’s ball CRAZY so I got it for her and we went to the park where I kicked it around for her. I tucked the ball under my right arm as I walked her back home. She kept yanking the leash and looking back at me to make sure I had her ball - which…

Shelter Cat Update!

Shelter Cat Update!

I adore Lizzo. But if I were famous I would hire people to run my public account because people are trash, and I’d have a personal account for just friends. You’re too exposed and vulnerable when you’re famous.

All it takes is one off day for the negative stuff to pull you under. 

How dare you demand we put in effort! 

For me, the problem is how far into the tube I go—I’m short, and I hate situations in which I can’t move my arms. Bleh.

I’ve had several MRIs, and am claustrophobic—I deal by putting a cloth over my eyes and listening to music (I think it’s common to let you bring in a CD if you’d like). I can get pretty comfortable in there, and now I think I want to take an edible before my next one ;-).

I also fall asleep in MRIs. I had one on my wrist lately that made me have to lay down kind of awkwardly. When I was done my half hour of laying on my stomach with my arm out like superman, the staff said: “most people don’t manage to stay still that long during this one” and I was like “oh, I fell asleep like three…

I always describe MRIs as being swallowed by a chatty robot, but in a nice way.

I was doing fine during mine, until my evil brain decided to wonder what would happen if there was an earthquake and the power failed. I was not doing fine after that.

An unattended swimming pool and twice the recommended dose of edibles sounds like a bad idea to me, but you do you.