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Yes, she speaks out of one side of her mouth and it comes out mumbly sometimes.  Lisa speaks loudly with her whole mouth and it comes out like she’s thinking each word before she says it. 

Yayyy for hunger, no? ;-)

Yeah, I know of other kitties who needed IV fluids and were calmly accepting. Trixie, being ornery and of foul temper, was a real question mark. Fortunately, her appetite trumps all other reflex responses lol.

I would be happy with Leo and Max as roommates.

Shelter Catstravaganza!

People are the worst.

So I think we managed to avoid getting Covid. Big human tested negative and tiny human and I have had no symptoms. Thank goodness !Not gonna lie tho, it was a stressful few days of wondering “ Is today the day we get sick. “ ... Being cooped up even more than usual, we finished our learning set on the Rainforest. Tiny…

Where do you live? I'm curious because I initially thought that maybe only certain varieties of squirrels were assholes. I grew up in southeastern Pennsylvania and the Grey squirrels there were pretty okay for the most part, then I moved to an area that had Greys & smaller Red squirrels and they were also okay.  Now I…

It really won’t. If/When I do find another to love they won’t be replacing him. They’ll have their own place in my heart/soul.

Yes to this!

We have blonde squirrels near me.  Some are totally blonde, but at least one in the neighborhood has just a blonde tail, with a grey body.  They're really bizarre.

🙏Thank you.🙏
I’m not sure if there is truly such a thing as “soul mates” but he was very close to mine. We did this magical thing: we made each other better just by being in one anothers’ lives.
He was the love of my life - - - so far. I haven’t met another, yet. My love for him isn’t past tense; I still love him.…

That’s a sweet story. I’m so glad you were happy and in love before you lost him. 

I got nothing. I just popped in to star the goodies and say that this week has been the longest fucking year EVER.

I am sorry that he passed away. 

Summer, 1992: I’m asked by my boss to escort a candidate for a tech position to her office from the front door of our offices. I do. Over the next three years we become such good friends everyone thinks we’re dating.
Summer, 1995: we move in together (after dating for about two weeks)
Winter, 1997: reader, I married him.

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I mean, a squirrel out there biting New Yorkers? Doing the Lord’s own Labor in my opinion. ;-)

If it’s a nursing mother she’s gonna be twice as bad ass.

Just to be squirrely about it, I’m going Team Squirrels-Are-Assholes. I am backed up on this assertion by my precious German Shepherd, usually at full vicious guard dog volume at about midnight when we old gals get up for the late evening pee. I’m sure our neighbors hate us.