ringwood
Well-known member
New Year’s Eve is the worst holiday. Always hated it, even as a kid. I always feel like I should be celebrating somehow, but meh - it’s just another day.
hysteria, mass hysteria.Why do I find New Year do emotional.
My signature move for 2022: forgetting to put the coffee pod in the Keurig, and having a brief moment of confusion looking at the milky water.
Which civilized country allows cats to undergo a completely unnecessary procedure which can lead to infection, nerve damage and a myriad of lifelong issues simply because they don't want a scratch on their furniture?
I sadly know a great many Americans who still express a preference for declawed cats. Most of them live in large cities and are well enough off that they should just repair or replace whatever gets damaged... or simply don't own a cat.Yeah, that was actually my second question. She showed up at my house, outside, like a month ago. I didn't even think to check if she had her claws. I really didn't think anyone did that anymore. I took her to the humane society yesterday afternoon because she can't stay outside, she couldn't survive. They said most of the vets here won't do it anymore, but there are one or two that still do it.
I sadly know a great many Americans who still express a preference for declawed cats. Most of them live in large cities and are well enough off that they should just repair or replace whatever gets damaged... or simply don't own a cat.
^ I had a friend with a cat that loved to attack people. So, he got it declawed. I really liked it after that. It would jump on you, and fall down on the floor obviously. Then it would bat you like crazy, and it just felt kind of nice. I would laugh, grab the cat, and pet it, all while it wanted to kill me. I imaged that's how a date with TheRealCallie would be like except she'd still find a way to permanently injure you.I did have one of my cats declawed. NOT because of furniture, but because she was more of a attack first ask questions later type of cat. lol
^ I had a friend with a cat that loved to attack people. So, he got it declawed. I really liked it after that. It would jump on you, and fall down on the floor obviously. Then it would bat you like crazy, and it just felt kind of nice. I would laugh, grab the cat, and pet it, all while it wanted to kill me. I imaged that's how a date with TheRealCallie would be like except she'd still find a way to permanently injure you.
I've had one glass of wine too much today. I love everyone.
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