So besides Genetic Chronic Gay Disaster Diesease™️, we are adding Puppy Dog Eyes Towards The Woman You Love Most™️ to the list of ‘random shit Yang inherited from Raven besides great hair and greater tits’.
I was cuddling with my (non existent) girlfriend. I stopped and thought if I really wanted a girlfriend or just a cuddle buddy. Then, they turned into a very large Newfoundland dog cat hybrid and I cuddled that and I, in fact, enjoy that cuddle buddy better.
ID: an image of op’s cat, Doc, sleeping on their bed, surrounded by blankets. he’s a brown tabby cat with white paws, lit almost entirely in blue. end ID.
everyone online comparing all the final fantasy games in heated discourse while i'm in the corner playing with the characters like dolls and making crossover crack ships among them
Golden retriever black cat couples this, golden retriever black cat couples that. What about black cat orange tabby couples? One of you is aloof and edgy and the other ones absolutely insane.
Our dog caught a chipmunk and was carrying it around, alive, in the woods. She would let the chipmunk go, chase it a little, then pick it up again.
Our cat showed up, probably attracted by the screams of terror from the chipmunk. She also helped chase the chipmunk around, though she mostly watched the dog with cold amusement. She has done this before; I have witnessed her catch a mouse, bring it alive to the dog for a toy, and then lay down nearby to watch the dog play with it.
In any case: by this point, the chipmunk was visibly injured. And yet somehow it managed to zigzag escape the predators and scamper about 15 feet up a tree. It clung to the trunk, chittering angrily at the cat and dog below.
The dog tried climbing the tree, an attempt both comical and pointless. The cat, an experienced climber, was poised to ascend when unexpectedly a hawk swooped out of the woods, plucked the chipmunk off the tree in its talons, and flew back into the woods to devour its prey.
We watched all of this Animal Planet footage unfold live from the back deck at the same time our teenagers were having a discussion with us about various aspects and experiences of dating.
"Well, it's kind of like the experience of that chipmunk," said our 18-year-old. I'm pretty sure he was mostly joking. Mostly.