I’ve been working on a sweater. I finished the front piece, now working on the back, the sleeves. Once it’s sewn together, I’ll embroider whiskers on the kitty.

I suggest that they don’t techno for an answer.

It’s hard to say because I never had the experience of having a working mom and going to daycare/ babysitter. I can say that I don’t have a lot of good memories (really any) of staying home with my mom, but that falls on her. I remember getting yelled at a lot and being told not to tell my dad when he gets home, and…

“Yooooou were always on my mind.”

I know a girl who didn’t know she was supposed to remove the applicator :-/ As soon as she learned she was like “I can sit down! This is amazing! It doesn’t hurt!” We were like 16 so I really hope she was a late bloomer :(

You killed a dog because you didn’t know how to handle him? Are you fucking serious? What kind of deranged piece of shit are you? This OP is going to cut her sister out of her life, not, y’know KILL HER. How you even thought your selfish sociopathic homicidal tendencies are equivalent is beyond me. Living beings are…

Shelters / rescues exist for a reason, you know. All dogs “deserve it.”

“I once had a dog that was a dick. He was small, but very mean. I finally put him to sleep, even though he wasn’t sick.”

Oh SPA, I am so sorry.

My brother was killed in a wreck on Wednesday. He was 29. He was a good man, with a big heart. He overcame a lot of obstacles and had gotten his life headed the way he wanted to go, and then he swerved to miss a dog in the road. Just like that, one thing, and he’s gone.

Last one,so sorry, love my kids!

And this is Oliver

Pete

Waiting for me to finish putting my makeup on and cuddle him

Whilst we are on the subject of adorable kitties, we have decided to check our local “pound” (yes they kill) for possibly a younger kitty. Only one worry remains: scratching. We don’t have much “claw-able furniture” (I’m assuming kitties don’t really fancy things like hard wood bureaus [Please?]). And I can see why…

These kitties are my kitties.

Alas, someone heard me taking pictures

Not mine, but my roommate’s cat. We just call her Kitty