Being a ghost makes Danny's body pretty flexible and I feel like cat rules apply to him.
Like, as long as he can fit his head through something, his whole body will follow suit. This would apply to his human half too cuz as a ghost he can just become intangible. But imagine Danny casually being a contortionist, not really registering that he's not supposed to be able to fit inside of a bookbag like that.
I just realized how silly it is that cats use their claws as their primary defense method. Like, most animals are out here biting whatever threatens them, but for some reasons cats chose to just slap the shit out of everything.
“One day you’ll realize you spend too much time thinking about things that don’t matter when you can just be thinking about what’s for lunch.” 🥙 ~ Oreo
library has thousands of books to read, buckets full of toys, a shelf of board games and computers to use, and kids always want to play with the front doors instead
Dusty and Beanie have anxiety issues around my leaving the house. It's related to the last year because of my cancer diagnosis and treatment, planned and unplanned hospital stays, and my being ill and hurting. The kitties know that humans have outside clothes and inside clothes. My inside clothes do not bother them, but my jeans and warm shirts? Oh fuck and oh dear.
Cue the kitty tantrums.
This morning is trash and recycling day. I laid out my jeans and pullover hoodie, undies and socks, then went to to a shower. After my shower my socks and underwear had been relocated - socks buried in the litter box, panties in the kitty condo, bra location as yet undetermined. My hoodie was peed upon and both were occupying my jeans in loaf formation. After putting the hoodie to soak, I rummaged out another hoodie, undies, and a pair of yoga pants, then took the trash and recycling down.