NGL I get a little OH MY GOD THE MOST POPULAR GUY IN THE SCHOOL JUST WINKED AT ME when I see a comment from you, MAA. Further, Harari has said we may be the last or second to last generation of uuumans (as we define them) to inhabit the planet. This is where my moral naivety rears its ugly head: [imagines to self] "You're one of the rich…
NGL I get a little OH MY GOD THE MOST POPULAR GUY IN THE SCHOOL JUST WINKED AT ME when I see a comment from you, MAA. Further, Harari has said we may be the last or second to last generation of uuumans (as we define them) to inhabit the planet. This is where my moral naivety rears its ugly head: [imagines to self] "You're one of the richest, most powerful humans on the planet. You can have whatever you want, whenever you want. Make a list of the top twenty trillion things that would make you happy." *Pours a generous glass of chardonnay, adopts a dozen stray cats, sharpens her favorite TAKE NOTE, BITCHES pencil and begins writing happily.* [note: mass genocide, stripping robots, and digital enslavement do not make list]
And OMFG, I had to do a double-take after reading that because, minus the chardonnay (and, okay, the pencil), I am living your dream. We have exactly a dozen adopted cats (all feral except for one discard from a neighbor after she (the cat, not the neighbor 😆) bit her kids)—soon to be a baker’s dozen if I succeed in TNR’ing the new feral kitty who’s been hanging around 😸
😹 This is what happens when a feral mama has two litters in your backyard before you're able to get her spayed and you can't bear to part with a single kitten (although one ran away before we were able to tame/trap/fix him and I can only hope he is being spoiled by some other neighborhood cat mommy).
When I met my husband (twenty-seven years ago), I had five for that reason. He was not a born cat lover. We laugh heartily now that one of our first conversations about them went like this: Him: "So how many cats DO you have?" Me: "Just the five." Him: "Oh. How old are they?" Me: "They're all around six." Him: "How long do cats live?" Hahahaha the poor bastard buried every one of those sweet angels--plus six more in the ensuing years. Now he proudly wears his CAT GUY socks and we fight for the affection of our current brood of two. (His max, that official cat guy status notwithstanding.)
NGL I get a little OH MY GOD THE MOST POPULAR GUY IN THE SCHOOL JUST WINKED AT ME when I see a comment from you, MAA. Further, Harari has said we may be the last or second to last generation of uuumans (as we define them) to inhabit the planet. This is where my moral naivety rears its ugly head: [imagines to self] "You're one of the richest, most powerful humans on the planet. You can have whatever you want, whenever you want. Make a list of the top twenty trillion things that would make you happy." *Pours a generous glass of chardonnay, adopts a dozen stray cats, sharpens her favorite TAKE NOTE, BITCHES pencil and begins writing happily.* [note: mass genocide, stripping robots, and digital enslavement do not make list]
You are so adorable and hilarious, Jenna 😹
And OMFG, I had to do a double-take after reading that because, minus the chardonnay (and, okay, the pencil), I am living your dream. We have exactly a dozen adopted cats (all feral except for one discard from a neighbor after she (the cat, not the neighbor 😆) bit her kids)—soon to be a baker’s dozen if I succeed in TNR’ing the new feral kitty who’s been hanging around 😸
SOUL SISTER! If my husband ever leaves me [PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME, DEAR], he will be replaced by at least 9 feral cats.
😹 This is what happens when a feral mama has two litters in your backyard before you're able to get her spayed and you can't bear to part with a single kitten (although one ran away before we were able to tame/trap/fix him and I can only hope he is being spoiled by some other neighborhood cat mommy).
When I met my husband (twenty-seven years ago), I had five for that reason. He was not a born cat lover. We laugh heartily now that one of our first conversations about them went like this: Him: "So how many cats DO you have?" Me: "Just the five." Him: "Oh. How old are they?" Me: "They're all around six." Him: "How long do cats live?" Hahahaha the poor bastard buried every one of those sweet angels--plus six more in the ensuing years. Now he proudly wears his CAT GUY socks and we fight for the affection of our current brood of two. (His max, that official cat guy status notwithstanding.)
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Haha, Jenna…if I ever left my husband, I WOULD BE REPLACED by at least 9 feral cats! That’s one of the reasons I keep him! He loves them too.
A song for YOU dear Jenna:
https://youtu.be/x5Yl5j43sDU
(PS. They weren't. And they did.)
WHEW!
"I can dodge bullets baby." 😉