The morning after Peach came back, Minnie leapt the fence over to the neighbors, so she’s now monitored every second she’s out there. Of course on that same day, my building put up a literal ramp to get some window work done on the unit below me that she’s obsessed about, because God has jokes. I ended up giving her gabapentin this morning so she’d chill a little bit and not pace back and forth for hours out there, and while she threw most of it up, she’s a little calmer.
Six more days.
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where's my frickin fairy godmother to take me away from this heckhole
Bro I just want a break
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CHECK BACK TO MY LAST POST BUT HERES PART 2
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My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.
What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"
"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.
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In 1944 a kitten named George (short for General Electric) was saved from drowning by a U.S. Navy crew member. George was then photographed and given a liberty card and detailed health record. Source.
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