Yeah, like apparently three cats and two dogs is “lots of pets”. Pfft.

Says the husband.

I was there on Saturday when there was one ginormous kitty Nimbus on hand, with two others being less social that day. Most people came to sneak in a few pets with Nimbus, but then sat around talking and drinking their beverages (I had an Ameowicano...)

I’m still enjoying the allegations that Trig isn’t Sarah’s kid and she faked it to protect Bristol.

Man, let me just tell you, from the outside the entirety of the rest of the world thinks you Americans are really fucking stupid when it comes to guns & lack of controls.

Instead, I seem to be remembering something about a well-regulated militia, but nah, I’m probably just imagining it! *Regulated*? Pffft.

Insane, right? Before writing that comment, I googled it to make sure — apparently it’s how Dylann Roof ended up with his gun.

EXCEPT FOR THESE GUNS!!!

“Journalist Explains Journalism to TV Stars”

OR: If Ashley Manning weren’t Peyton Manning’s wife, she wouldn’t be receiving HGH shipments. It would be a hypothetical Peyton Manning’s wife. Unles they really are for her, but anti-aging is not an approved use of HGH, and I don’t think an anti-aging clinic would be the place to go for the diseases for which HGH…

if nicole simpson wasn’t OJ’s wife, she’d be alive.

To sum up, resources are unevenly distributed in the United States, benefiting rich people who don't need what they get, and denying poor people with legitimate needs. That sounds about right.

Whenever thoughts of how old she is come up, I just try to focus on giving my dog all the tummy rubs. She loves those like crazy, and you only get so many tummy rubs in a lifetime.

I get what your saying but seriously my cat is nicer, more loving, and better behaved than many of my actual family members have ever been. I don’t do that ridiculously juvenile “furbaby” stuff, and don’t see her as a human, but she’s definitely more important than certain members of my family. They’re just that…

I really don’t think it’s that simple.

And then there are the people who find out your beloved dog (and sometimes only friend/companion/family) died and give you the same sympathy they’d offer if you lost your hair tie.

The joy of treating your cat like a child, on the other hand, is that it’s going to do what it wants anyway, and it isn’t my responsibility to raise my cat to become a responsible citizen. She isn’t an eighty-five pound dog, and training her is pointless. I can spoil her rotten with impunity ;-).

This makes me think of the several short stories Connie Willis has written about elevating great apes’ legal status in order to save them from hunting and animal testing. If it can be proved they have awareness they could no longer be considered property.

I think I’m somewhere in between. So I guess no, I don’t think there is that one stark division. I think it’s a continuum.

For some people, the loss of a pet can be worse. That pet is there every day, and has seen you at your worse. Some family members aren’t. While my pet is not a human, she is a member of my family and has provided me with support when human members of my family haven’t.