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thatbadadvice · 1 year
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Help! Is my friend going to be all pissy that I lost his cat?
Miss Manners, Washington Post, 28 November 2022:
Dear Miss Manners: A friend of mine is staying with me, and he went home for Thanksgiving, leaving his cat here. Well, I woke up the first morning after he left, and the cat is gone.
It is common for us to leave the doors open during the day, but the cat has never run off until now. So what do I do? Do I call my friend and tell him over the phone? Or do I wait till he gets back, hoping the cat will return in the meantime? But if the cat doesn’t return, will he be hurt that I didn’t inform him right away?
What a shock it must have been to discover that leaving the doors of your house wide open resulted in a cat vacating the premises! Such a bizarre, once-in-a-lifetime occurrence could never have been predicted! Consider reaching out to Ripley's to see if they are interested in this surreal and freakish incident.
But to the heart of your question: it's difficult to say whether any given person would give a single solitary fuck if their pet fell off the face of the earth. Everyone is so different! Sure, a few folks might want to know that their beloved companion has been lost, but the vast majority are probably just going to be like, meh, win some, literally lose some -- hence your harrowing conundrum about whether this man deserves to know whether his cat is safe in the care of the person entrusted with such! A handful of people would want to know about and participate in the search for a lost pet, but a lot of people probably forget they even have a cat once it leaves their direct line of sight! It's entirely possible, even more likely, that your friend is just this kind of person!
And yet, what if there is the tiny, minuscule, almost unfathomable chance that your friend cares whether his cat lives or dies? It's already truly bizarre that this feline hit the bricks after finding every available escape route labeled with a neon sign saying "take me," so it's hard to imagine the universe handing you something as doubly strange as your friend giving the barest shit about his errant pet.
The best course of action is to keep everything to yourself, forever, to avoid having one awkward conversation. On the off chance your friend expresses concern about his cat's whereabouts, simply place his belongings on the curb. Act as if you have never met him and never heard of his cat. Problem solved.
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bjurnberg · 2 days
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Three times a year I get to house sit four cats.
Soon as I walk in the door Paul starts yelling at me. From years of experience I know he won’t stop until I give him the best scritches.
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wolveswolves · 1 year
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December: Christmas housesitting in a small English village | travelvlog    
This is not only a video in which I take you along to beautiful English countryside. It is also a message, a reminder.
Let me tell you about an important reason as to how we came to housesit in this beautiful place. I hope it might serve you in your life too. 
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tinymute · 1 year
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housesitting.
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“No, but it was the cutest thing ever. I got a little...” 
She glanced over at the mammoth of a dog she had named Snickers, then let out a laugh.
“Tuxedo made for him. He is a fancy man, but the last two parties he has been recovering from a sprain on his back leg.” 
Juliette reached to pet Snickers’ head, who nuzzled his nose into the palm of her hand. It was just the two of them in this huge manor. Her parents were out of the country for two weeks visiting family. With Snickers out of commission, Juliette wasn’t comfortable travelling, so she was housesitting for them instead. 
It was a little strange and nostalgic at the same time; being back home was a comfort and an eerie sensation that left her glancing over her shoulder from time to time. So, to keep her (human) company, she was facetiming with Silas from her childhood bedroom. 
Behind her, it was clear that the room had not been changed. The bed had a canopy filled with faux flowers, fairy lights, and the walls were covered in paintings of Snickers, photos of her with unfamiliar faces (and her parents) and a few shelves that held some clearly expensive and unique trinkets that appeared to be gifts from her father’s travels.
Julie was sitting crosslegged on the bed, with Snickers’ head laying in her lap. The doors that led to the balcony attached to her room were open, letting the cool night air creep in and tousle her hair. 
“By the next party, he should be recovered. I think he misses working, even if my mother---”
There was a crashing sound from another room. All color drained from her freckled face. Juliette could feel her heart slamming in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat, and immediately, Snickers was trying to nudge her and crawl into her lap. 
Juliette stared at her closed bedroom door. Her eyes were a little glossy, a stare that indicated her mind was not quite present.
Snickers kept nudging her, and nudging her, and--- 
Juliette made a noise of protest, pushing the dog’s head. He persisted. Her eyes cleared, but she was shaking. Julie hugged Snicker’s head, then looked over at Silas. Terror was etched into her delicate features, tears streaming down her face. Another crash. Juliette jumped and tried to curl into herself, but her ever dutiful dog prevented it.
“Stop, stop,” she signed at Snickers, but he persisted. Juliette whined, a small sob catching in her throat. It was only then she glanced back at her phone, sitting on a tripod. 
“Silas, I think there is someone---”
Another crash. Juliette clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent a scream.
Not this. Not like this. Please, not again. Not while she was alone in this huge house. Juliette kept her hand clamped over her mouth. Tears were streaming steadily down her face now, her grip strong like a scream would crawl out like an animal crawling out of a hole if she wasn’t strong enough.
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the-voweler · 7 months
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He is my blorbo, he ain't from my shows but he is my son
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willcodehtmlforfood · 9 months
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Teszek veszek takarítok a konyhában így éjfél után, egyszercsak megjelenik a kutya a tiltott emeletről és így méltatlankodva szuszog h a f.szert zajongok, majd eltávozik vissza a tiltott emeletre
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kelbywoo14 · 9 months
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Trying to keep my parents plants alive while they’re on vacation (aka giant forest)
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igotstuck · 2 years
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What does Housesitting consist of?
What does Housesitting consist of?
What does Housesitting consist of? The house sitter’s responsibilities include collecting and organizing homeowners’ mail, periodically turning house lights on and off, as well as monitoring surveillance footage to take note of and report any suspicious activity occurring around or outside of homeowners’ houses. Is house sit one word? or house-sit verb (used without object), house·sat,…
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yours-trudy · 2 years
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"Before they hatch"? Get it?
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sadowlswriting · 7 months
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I'm house sitting my sisters house in a few days.
I've done it once before, and it was okay.
Nice to get away from the people you see every day, and I got to take care of her 4 fluffy cats.
One of them hates me though; one of them hates everyone.
I can only stay for 3 days, maybe 4 before I can't stand being there anymore, and all I want to do is go home.
I don't know what it is, I don't know if it's because maybe it smells different, or if it's because everything looks different.
Maybe I'm just used to being home; maybe that's a bad thing.
My heart would always feel like it was sitting in my stomach, I could never wind it back up into place and my stomach could never digest it. It stayed lodged.
It made me sad, and I tried everything to distract myself, thinking that if I focused on something, I could trick myself into thinking I'm still at home for a little while.
Is this what homesickness is?
I used to be homesick for a house that didn't feel like home.
Now I'm homesick to return back to that place that I struggled to call home.
I guess all this made me realise that, I do feel at home in the place I grew up.
Part of me hopes my sister changes her mind, that she doesn't go on holiday, or that she asks someone else next time.
And I know that's selfish of me, but everytime I think about it I remember counting down the days for when I can return back to my comfort.
And now I have to do it again.
-Owl.
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Taking care of my grandcritters and they're so awesome.
Dart, the bearded dragon, is getting huge. He's so funny.
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The black kitty, Salem, smells my kitty on my clothes, and has rubbed her face all over my robe.
There's a 2nd kitty, I'm told, a calico named Jinx. In 2 years I've never seen her... just a flash I detect from the corner of my eye.
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I love these guys.
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bjurnberg · 11 months
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“When will Mother and Father return from the war?” the cats ask.
“Today,” I promise them. “Tonight.”
“But it has been eons. Years. Weeks,” they say. “We cannot smell them in the house anymore. Their bedroom door has stayed shut.”
Unburdened with an understanding of time, they feel it all the more. With nothing to frame the passage of days besides the Daily Wet Food, there is no reason for them to look forward to something that will happen at the end of another forever.
Two and a half weeks of housesitting comes to an end, and they don’t realize their parents’ flight brings them home within the hour.
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wolveswolves · 1 year
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LOOKING FOR A HOUSESIT IN THE UK
Is someone looking for housesitters around Christmas and/or New Year in the UK? 😄 For about 1 to 2 weeks?
I have much experience house- pet- and gardensitting in different countries and can of course offer references 🌳🏡🐕
I would love to come housesit, my boyfriend might want to come along too.
I work from home. I make nature videos, so I’m looking for a place with beautiful nature around ☀️
If you know anything, please message me. Thank you! xx Anne 
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cries it's rude that this dog snoring at a normal speed is better on my anxiety (because it means he's not breathing too fast like he was last night), BUT also it's gonna be hell on MY ability to sleep. truly a lose-lose over here
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wandernde-welt · 1 year
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Wer kann Haussitting anbieten? Nahezu jede Person. ❣️ Es gibt ein paar Dinge, die sollten möglichst gegeben sein in meinen Augen, aber es sind nicht viele 😉 😎1. Ihr solltet entspannt damit umgehen können, dass ein oder mehrere Menschen in eurem Zuhause alles nötige nutzen. Klar könnt ihr Sachen auch wegräumen, Zimmer abschliessen und co. Aber grundsätzlich solltet ihr euch wohlfühlen können damit. 🙂2. Ehrlichkeit: Eine genaue Beschreibung von Wohnraum und Tieren ist wichtig, damit ihr sicher sein könnt, dass alle mit der Situation zufrieden sind. 🗑3. Sauberkeit: Nicht blitzblank und auch nicht super ordentlich, aber Essenreste, Müll und Co sowie Schimmel sind No-Gos für so ziemlich alle, versteht sich eigentlich von selbst. Wenn das gegeben ist, steht einem erfolgreichen Haussitting in eurem Zuhause nicht mehr viel im Weg 😊 Würdet ihr eure Tiere von anderen Menschen in eurem Zuhause betreuen lassen? Könntet ihr Vertrauen haben? #haussit #haussitting #haussittingfamilie #haussitter #haussittingleben #hundesitter #katzensitter #housesittingfamily #housesittinglife #housesitting #housesit #housesitter #petsitting #petsitter #petsit #dogsitting #dogsit #dogsitter #catsitter #petparent #familieaufreisen #reisefamilie #reisenalsfamilie #familienreise #reisenmitkindern #mitkindernreisen #reiseleben #travellife #travelfamily #nomadenleben https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp8IN8NIuO3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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willcodehtmlforfood · 9 months
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it's a rainy day pt2
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