Not really, I am still very worried, she doesn’t seem to be getting much better.
Not really, I am still very worried, she doesn’t seem to be getting much better.
How lovely, you graced us with a selfie. I just knew you looked like that.
No kids, ever. I can hardly take care of myself, can’t even be trusted with a plant, and I find them disgusting. Who will care for me when I am old? I have worked long and hard with the elderly, and knowing how many of them were abandoned by their families, it is easy to see that my odds are better investing the money I would use to raise a child, in a retirement fund instead.
But with how broke I am, I am not even getting to do the retirement fund thing, so yay. Glad I didn’t let an ex change my mind when I was earning a lot back in the day, because those jobs got “optimized” and outsourced.
Exactly. My mom was sick a few years ago so I went back to my hometown for an extended visit. I certainly won’t bunk with her and her new husband, and conveniently, people don’t include hotels in their polarized war against landlords.
The best option for me was to just rent a room at a boarding house, which was both cost effective and close to my mother’s place.
The issue is not landlords themselves, it is the capitalism, the unrestrained corporate greed and the lack of very steep taxes for the owners of multiple homes.
I know, I’ve been sick before, and how I feel when sick and alone vs sick and covered in cats, it is surprising how much difference is there. So, time to return her kindness, I am currently in my sleeping bag cuddling with her and keeping her warm.
You know, mobiles are a thing, Right? And that venting can help with the feelings of frustration and impotence I feel while I wait to see if my girl will pull through, and that social interaction helps a lot with grief and loss. She is currently cuddled up with me in my sleeping bag, right after her subcutaneous saline injections to try to keep her hydrated.
Thank you, I really hope this round of meds does the trick, poor girl is exhausted.
Lemmy gold should be a thing, or like, badges we could give to awesome comments, that refill for free every week. If they were, I’d give you one for sure, as a non-native English speaker, the message you were responding to was so incomprehensible to me, I just read like a line or two, and went to your response, to try and infer by context clues what the walking, talking, aneurism of a person you were responding to, even said.
Fuck me, I had not thought of that. Wow.
I don’t know that there aren’t any deities, but if there were, they owe us all some very large apologies, that I am simply not going to accept.
Thanks, at least I know that after I rescued her, she never knew what it meant to be abandoned again. Been sleeping in a sleeping bag in the bathroom just to keep her company, now that she can’t jump to the bed.
She and my two other cats have been with me and cuddled with me on my darkest days, so it is time to mirror their kindness.
Her name is Navi because my ex and I are geeks, and ever since she was little and we rescued her, she has always been very vocal, and loves shoulder rides.
Last time she was sick, I thought she wouldn’t make it, but here she is. Full recovery except big kidney-little kidney syndrome, and after 5 years of living life at its fullest, she is unwell again. I truly hope she proves me wrong again, and brightens my life for 5 more years, but even if she doesn’t, I will forever keep her in my heart and keep doing what brought us together, fostering cats in need, and helping them find a forever home.
She is almost 10, and I love watching her rule the house and my other two cats with an iron fist.
Thank you for saying this, as a straight looking gay guy, who started going to gay bar as the “straight ally friend”, because I wasn’t ready to come out due to all the homophobic culture I was raised in, those welcoming gay spaces were my lifeline. They gave me a place to start freely being who I am, who I was so desperately trying to hide and deny.
People like you are the reason I have the courage now, to have a boyfriend, and hold hands on our way to the market, so thank you.
Too committed, willing to sacrifice himself for his family, and positive till the point of being called “too hopeful”
Bob Belcher, from Bob’s Burgers. Gods, what I would do FOR and TO that man.
Chloe, from “Don’t trust the bitch in apartment 23”, same actress. She makes me extra Bi.
Is this aneurism posting?
Honestly, at this point I think the person you are responding to is either a troll, or just so violently obsessed with inclusion that they will refuse every single argument that does not align with their view, while defending all avenues that align with their way of thinking, no matter how ridiculous they might be.
Genetical in the sense that you are programmed to behave like that, not in the sense it has to be yours to prompt said response. Paternity fraud is no joke.