A few years back, I was tired of being ignored by my wife and I’s two old, irascible cats. So I decided to acquire a male cat, which I’d heard was more likely to be affectionate and hang out with his person. Through pure happenstance and dumb luck, I blundered into two males, and on the drive home named them for my two favorite opera composers — Rossini (bottom) and Puccini.
It was fantastic luck for me, as the two lads (especially Rossini) would spend most of their waking hours curled up beside me. My luck ran out, though, when Rossini suddenly died at a relatively young age. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to get another male for Puccini to play with, lest he turn his attentions to the two grumpy old ladies. Enter Giuseppe:
So you can imagine how tickled I was when Italy, who was hosting the Winter Olympics in 2026, decided to remind the world of their musical heritage by dressing up some guys in giant papier-mâché heads and trot them out to some famous airas. The three composers? Gioachino Rossini, Giacomo Puccini, and Giuseppe Verdi.
Naturally, Puccini is a huge opera fan, and likes nothing better than to sing along with his namesake’s best-known aria.
You can practically hear him now… Vincero… Vin-CERO… VINCHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYROOOOOOOOO!
Of course, sometimes he feels a bit misunderstood, since he’s an exceptionally affable, happy-go-lucky boy in the body of a stone cold killer:
He recently decided that he’d like a career, so I’ve helped him build his LinkedIn profile. I think he looks quite smart here — a real go-getter with upper management written all over him.
Of course, there’s only so much being the butt of gags and jokes that they can take. After a while, they make it perfectly plain that they’re sick and tired of my carp:
This handsome lass reminded me of a girl that I knew my freshman year of college:
She (the girl from college, not the cat) would fellate any fellow in our dorm in exchange for his prescription Adderall.
I think she was the original attention whore.
Until next time, fellas (and mythical libertarian women)!
Nice pussies.
He pussies.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=t_yg83U5dLg&ra=m
Puccini with human hands wins all.
“The situation has been meowified.”
*prrrrrl*
Had two female cats when I was growing up. May have given me the schizophrenia.
Regardless, they were attached to me at all times. Hated one another, but both glued to me. It was rather awkward when they’d start to fight in the middle of the night when one was under my arm and the other was between my legs.
I may have gotten caught in the crossfire a time or 10.
“And that’s how we get … *dons black sunglasses* Cat scratch fever.”
YEEEEAAAAAAAH!!
Dog is testing my thick libertarianism tonight. Gonna have to have him do some hard time. 15 minutes in the kennel.
Open boarders!
Seriously, sympathy for your situation Bro. Wife got a dog three years ago because she was lonely at home (our last dog passed a year previous). Pretty similar outcome as with your roommates but not as extreme. She gets stressed by the dog doing dog things which just amplifies the problem.
Bad boys running wild.
Well timed! Was talking to Rhy in Bro’s ‘Asshole + Confused Pup’ update:
Once I get my own place, barring a gf or similar, I’d really like a dog. But I also grew up with chill cats. I can easily see becoming a cat-man in the future. (Lived on a dorm floor with Jeremy or something. He insisted he should be called Cat Man. We didn’t oblige. Weirdo.)
A single, straight dude w a cat, though? Uh. Hrm. That’d have to be a pretty special cat, and I’d have to be in a pretty special place.
Yeah but unlike cats, dogs don’t do well when left alone for long periods of time. Unless you intend to be jobless while you are single then knock yourself out.
Correct. This is why I hinted at maybe getting a cat in the quite far away future. I will certainly want an animal companion.
Did the animal companion experience. While it was rewarding, I have no desire to repeat it. Which is how I am with a lot of things.
If you’re going to get a cat, get two — and make sure they’re both males.
Our late Hayeksplosives told me once, “Male cats go on stupid adventures together, and then come home and are cuddle-buddies.”
Additionally, with cats, you don’t have to worry if you leave town for a weekend. They’ll be fine.
Mine spend nearly every waking moment together and sometimes gang up on me.
Never had males. It was always females when I was a kid and again when I was an adult.
Females bicker, FWIW.
Pair or males or pair of females.
There are five females at the end out our street.
One drop off male that adopted us all. He gets along with his girls and protects them from the random Toms that come through. There were two more drop off females. The neighborhood last fall, it threw the balance out of whack and everyone started fighting. Took them to a rescue and it’s all back to peaceful kitty bliss now.
we have four males, and they don’t bicker so much as throw down. We get feats of strength and acts of daring do, usually at 2-3 in the AM.
Don’t use the cat in your dating profiles. Or tell girls about it (at least at first). Statistically women are less likely to respond to guys whose profiles feature cats. Dogs elevate the chances.
You know, because women are totally open minded and don’t completely judge men by ridiculous ideas of what masculinity should be in their warped worldview.
I converted my wife to the cat side.
The mix breed puppy she has wanted for a decade came up the other day for a once reasonable price and she said no.
My job is done.
*slams head* I get it. That’s why I’d have to be “in a very special place” if I went down this route. That special place would be (further) desperation, and very unlikely to be the one in Nevada.
I’d also have to get my own place. A pet would be ideal, especially if I’m still single by then. Dog would be too much work, responsibility, while a cat would be much less of both. This would be especially bad as a straight dude on the dating scene. Once I do get my own place, I’m gonna have to really figure out how to meet folk in America these days. Dating apps, yes, but I haven’t played with ’em yet. Mostly cuz I don’t have good photos, but what am I gonna do? Where I live would come up remarkably quickly.
I keep tellin’ ya, I’ve gone over these difficulties, internally and here. If I’m settled, a dog would by far be my preference. When I *do* get settled, well. I wouldn’t get a pet for at least two years, methinks.
Odd that women tend not to like cats.
I have had the opposite experience. It’s usually the asshole boyfriend making the woman get rid of her cat and then moving on some stupid dog that tears the place up.
It’s not that women don’t like cats per se. It’s that they look down on men who do because of inherent biases.
Most won’t admit to things like that. But it’s like the women who claim they want guys to open up to them, but the second a guy shows any emotion besides anger they proceed to detach or just ghost them. Stated versus revealed preferences.
They can have cats because that’s something they associate with being feminine. No offense. Like I said, owned cats as a kid with no shame. Would have one again.
Interesting.
One girlfriend had a dog as a family pet, one had a cat, another had two cats and a little rat dog. Wife’s family had a cat and a medium sized dog.
It’s still a puppy and still for sale? /ducks
Yeah, dogs are for families, retirees, and WFHers. Sometimes prisoners.
Oh, and I wouldn’t want an angry guy ever (unless justified). Not that I’m looking.
I had a bartender friend who was a single, straight dude with a cat.
It works.
Also, Glen Howerton from Sunny was a single, straight dude with two cats. Just lean into it.
To be fair that guy is smokin’ hot, which helps overcome the shame of a straight dude having two cats.
Are you saying Evan isn’t smoking hot?
Evan never claimed to want two cats.
I had two cat early on in college.
Old t get a date but that had nothing to do with the cats.
*GAUNTLET THROWN* Hey, you all what in the where-now: I ain’t a stunna, but I’m 5’6.5″ of cute, fit and funny. A playful, expressive creature! Spry, even. (I’ve reasonably got one 6 outta the three. So there.)
Funny thing that also kinda hurts me, I was in with the gay crew in high school and early college. I could easily be taken for gay. That’s a humdinger. Were I a gay, I may be considered a short otter. *hrm* Regardless, I do know I’m considered fabuLOUS!
Rhy, that guys earlobes are attached!
Not hot.
I don’t know which guy you’re referring to but that IS a defect that gives me pause.
A zillion guys like that are why I am still single. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I don’t really care anymore.
Glen Howerton, I had to Google him. Strong jaw, good beard density, nose is a little downturned as are his eyes but he’s overall a friendly looking guy.
That’s way more research than I have put into the man.
Our Ursa is about to hatch an unknown number of kittens. I’m guessing 4-5. My wife guesses 6-7. My mom said 7.
https://ibb.co/ZptzgSYw
Bob Barker is spinning in his grave.
He’s sexually harassing the models in heaven.
Thumb kitteh!
As a veteran of many visits to Hemingway’s Key West, I’ve always wanted a polydactyl. Maybe one of these days…
My grandma had a Siamese like that.
Meanest bitch I have ever encountered in my life. Though to be fair I was pretty little so maybe she was teaching me a lesson.
My first cat Buster jumped up and clawed my face when he was in a bush and I was trying to pull him out of it.
Kids don’t necessarily know how to handle animals especially when they’re prickly little sons a bitches.
The cat or the grandma?
lol The grandma only got mean much later. Oldtimers 🙁
She has two extra on each side in the front.
Most of an extra on one paw on the back. She walks like a woman swaying her hips to not hit one paw with the other. It’s funny.
Pets?
I’m happy for you
The End
“ I think she was the original attention whore.”
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
ADHD whore.
Speaking of my desire to have a pet! Depending on how real they can make ’em, these are gonna be huge. (Time! Patience, my pet.) It’ll take time, and I’m not sure how they’ll sort the weight, warmth and cuddle-ability. But my Gen’s gonna love it. (Why wouldn’t they?! It’s a fucking vegan-friendly pet! WITH NO CLEANUP! OR RESPONSIBILITY! JUST FAKE LOVE! *BDLLLAAAAAGH!*) They’ll be thrilled:
“Colin Angle unveiled a four-legged prototype of that artificial pet, called the Familiar, on Monday. Imagine a creature the size of a bulldog with doe-like eyes and bear cub ears and paws, extending itself into a greeting stretch that invites you to pat its touch-sensitive fake fur.
“We chose a form factor that’s not a human, not a dog, not a cat, because we wanted to steer away from all of those preconceptions,” said Angle, who leads the startup Familiar Machines & Magic and before that was longtime CEO of Roomba maker iRobot.”
https://apnews.com/article/ai-pet-robot-familiar-machines-irobot-roomba-da873ddff1ebcc95f793852b8e53d2d2
OFFS.
How long before it eats someone’s infant.
That’s the hood rat Pitty 2000 version.
I do have to confess that I’ve pondered how much of the pitbull violence is the breed itself and how much isn’t the sort of people who have traditionally owned pitbulls.
An interesting fact is that pitbulls are more likely to do shit when in groups. Which yea there are a lot of videos of multiple pitbulls running loose and you can pretty much take a wild guess as to the level of responsibility the owners of them have.
The asshole I live with has jumped to blaming the breed of dog for him getting bit and not the fact that he spent months scaring a puppy to hide under the bed shaking in fear (I wasn’t home for much of it), acting wildly inconsistent to the dog day to day, hitting the dog, and then finally trying to attack me right in front of him before he finally got what he had coming to him.
I get to hear all kinds of dumb shit about how the dog is going to bite a kid or this or that. I have had the dog out and around people every day the last week (quieter settings and with people I know). He saw a little girl a few weeks back and crouched down submissively to approach her when she noticed she was a bit intimidated by him.
I’m not discounting what a scared or angry dog can do after seeing him in action, but a lot of shitty people are attracted to pits on top of the breeding them to fight other animals.
The asshole was so dumb they didn’t even realize it *was* a pit. I had to tell them. Thought it was a bulldog because the pound called it that. Maybe he’s not I don’t even fucking know for certain.
I can yell at the dog. I can take things from his mouth. Difference I suspect is that the dog knows *why* I’m upset and that if he submits I’m not going to continue to freak the fuck out on him. Arbitrary and capricious anger will bring out the worst in a dog like anyone else. Taking your bad mood out on a dog? Same shit.
But I’m ranting about this shit some more. I’ve just been hearing about how awful and untrustworthy the breed is from this shitbag for a few months now and am sick of it. I pointed out that the dog has never attacked anyone but them and in justifiable situations until last week (which is only unjustifiable if taken in isolation). This is a grown adult who has tried to attack me 3 times – twice in front of the dog. They’d have gotten bit the fuck up a month before that encounter if I didn’t force them out and close the door for their own safety.
So yea…I suspect a lot of the issues with pits is who the fuck owns them.
There is a “supportive housing” project across the street – that’s Dem code for giving homeless junkies free apartments.
Every one of them has a nasty pit and I assume that’s for protection in the urban camp from which they were recruited. Now they walk them into my building’s backyard to do their business.
During the 12 years I went to my local dog park and dog beach with my much missed Moe, the pitbulls were the friendliest dogs I met. The very rare exceptions were always with an owner who should have been put down.
Back in 1979, “Southern Gothic” author Harry Crews (an English professor at UF at the time) wrote an article for Esquire about dogfighting, debunking many of the myths about the activity that have persisted to this day. That didn’t stop the Feds from criminalizing the sport and coming down ruthlessly whenever someone breaks OpSec about a fight going on.
What happened to the reputation of pit bulls is the same tale as a lot of other big breeds. The coloreds got ahold of them because they became the “macho dog” du jour and ruined them. Same thing happened with Doberman pinschers, Rottweilers, and Shar-Peis.
When you heard the lurid tales of Michael Vick’s relatives maintaining a kennel of fighting pitties and torturing and killing them, that’s what they were doing — negrifying an activity they didn’t know and had no understanding of.
I realize that anecdotes aren’t data, but I had an American Staffordshire (like a pit, only bigger) that became my grandmother’s housedog after Grandpa passed. Gentle as could be, but she was the alpha of the block and while friendly with other dogs, wouldn’t brook any canine misbehavior, especially around Grandma.
So, yeah, it’s nearly always the owners.
I have to admit before this one I had an aversion to pits. Not because of violence as much as I thought they were kind of ugly dogs. This little dude is one of the more handsome I’ve seen and has obviously grown on me.
I feel bad stereotyping him and keeping him away from other animals because truthfully he hasn’t done anything. He hasn’t shown aggression until he feels that I’m restraining him and then he’ll bark like most dogs do. At first my main concern was him annoying a bigger dog and shit starting that way because that’s what he did with my parents old dog. Just kept jumping on her to play. She wanted to eat his face but restrained herself.
I definitely want to socialize him with other animals but at this stage I need to get more control over him on a leash. I can restrain him just fine. He’s not pulling me over or moving me unless he catches me completely off guard. But it’s obnoxious that he still tries to pull in every which direction at times. Had some kids on four wheelers, two dogs in a backyard barking and a bunch of boomers congregating in their driveway tonight on a walk and he didn’t know which way to try and go first.
There’s a video on Twitter of a comedian’s bit on the similarities between pits and Muslims. I’ll burn but I laughed.
I’m assuming this one which is making the rounds.
I laughed. Mine is definitely a fighter.
It’s refreshing to see a female comedian whose entire act isn’t about her vagina and being a no-shit whore. It amazes me that it’s what the shrill feminists think is edgy and funny at this point. They just find themselves so fascinating.
But yea, it stings seeing my boy compared to a Mohammadin.
There are all types of unusual pets out there for people with eclectic tastes. Whether it’s a corn snake, a chinchilla, or an oscar, you can find something that makes you happy.
A friend of mine recently got the contract to import retired racing geese from Europe. Despite the “Hate birds… the birds that hate” reputation that we’ve given them on this site, he says that they’re quite affable and a welcome addition to any estate or farm.
I can give you his number if you’d like a quick gander.
Fuck geese. Fuck swans. I always grew up with pets, but I’ve never had one of my own. I don’t like silence and things being still. (I don’t like loud commotion, either. ‘Static’ just feels artificial, like I’m in a lab.)
Enjoying companionship, and not gonna/ shouldn’t have kids, a little animal rugrat to raise seems the logical route for me. To start, I’d rather have a human to begin with, but she doesn’t need a leash and cleans up her own shit. But if that doesn’t occur after x amount of time, I’d be rather keen on a different mammalian minion. (Oooh. Solid band name.)
^^ For fun talk. Many of my own odd steps to take before that talk *actually* begins.
…if you’d like a quick gander.
You’re Robert Picardo,aren’t you.
Racing geese.
I had no idea.
Just don’t care . . . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAQS7BzRW_k
George is wise.
This showed up in my feed and I don’t know why, but I lerfed a little.
Imagine what a female saying this would look like and you’ll probably be right. And despite that, their profile has scantily clad pictures. So my response was to “tighten” things up a bit and maybe the Onlyfans will finally take off. It’s better than subjecting yourself to wage theft. Amiright?
My response might be something like “learn better English”. Then you can put other people in chains.
I know that it’s really about envy and a desire to take their wealth on one level.
I just also can’t comprehend this idea commies have that landlords are some evil beasts. The idea of building a house with their own resources and then renting it out to another human is hardly some innately immoral deed. Or really at all. Not that there aren’t assholes among them, but there are plenty of piece of shit tenants which is why the system kind of sucks as is.
I live in a brand new apartment building. No one had lived here prior to us. This disgusting mother/daughter combo moved beneath us. They had multiple little dogs they weren’t allowed to have in the apartment that almost never went outside. And they weren’t quite fufu dogs. Some were in the 40-50 pound range I’d say. I saw them outside maybe 2-3 times.
Needless to say when they were evicted, the department needed a deep and thorough cleaning.
I went over a year without seeing a cockroach of any kind and then they were everywhere. And the apartment I’m in is very, very clean. Same with a girl downstairs I’m told.
One bad tenant and the entire fucking building is infested with them. or at least this half of it. God knows what other damage was done. It seems like whenever people leave or get evicted (3 that I know of in this building – may be an easier way out of the lease for some people) the maintenance guy spends an inordinate amount of time fucking around in them. The apartments aren’t particularly cheap. It’s just the area at this stage. It’s become little Miami.
But yea, it’s easy to see why most landlords become jaded as fuck dealing with people like this.
History According to Sociology Professors
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jd5x2wKYILo
I could never be a landlord. My current building is spotless and pleasant except for one or two exceptions like dog lady next door. I lived in NYC for 25 years so I have some experience with shitholes especially in the early years.
I hate it here for other reasons and when I move (back downstate) I hope I can afford something as nice. And that I can say “no pets”.
Landlords pay tenants’ wages?
No “Patriarchy?”
Tsk tsk. What a wasted opportunity! My SiL’d have a sad. She’s all up in that shit. She makes patterns and accessories, running her hobby-business from the house and money from my bro, who’s happy to indulge. (I am not sure. The biz seems like a pet project. She goes to local markets. *shrug*
Thank you for not posting the link.
I guess I’ll toss in some pet-related comments.
My mom’s cat died a few weeks ago, but it was about 15 years old, so a pretty good run. First, it lost the use of its hind legs, then it stopped eating. Crossing the rainbow bridge happened soon after. I buried it as my parents are now too old for digging and other strenuous labor. Circle of life, so it goes.
Today, my mom had to put one of her dogs to sleep. This was sadder as the dog was only 6 years old but had diabetes and some other health problems. Despite being a nurse, my mom has never walked any of her dogs and always keeps their food bowls full. The result is her dogs overeat, get fat, and get chronically sick. She has also never figured out how to house train a dog. I feel sorry for her but also wish she’d get a clue. But all she does is pet them, give them treats, and say “good doggy” no matter how many times they piss or shit in the house. Past experience indicates she will replace the dog and cat within a few weeks. To keep the peace, some things are better left unsaid.
The house I grew up smelled like a barn, and almost every day, a dog or cat would piss, shit, or barf in the house. The stench damaged my sense of smell. I appreciate everything my parents have done for me, but they really dropped the ball on that, especially my mom and to a lesser extent my brother and sister.
My sister had many pets: ducks, rabbit, hamster, parakeet – none of them lasted long. The parakeet spent most of its short life in a dark basement surrounded by dog shit and piss.
My brother had an iguana. He took good care of it, and it lived a long time.
I had a few pets of my own as a kid: hermit crabs, a lizard, and a frog. I remember being sad when they died and not wanting to feel that hurt again. Pets mainly teach kids about suffering and death. If that’s what you want, just watch a nature documentary. This one has a crocodile ripping a zebra’s face off:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tWYMUUyFzw
I’ve always liked nature and still like animals. I’ve been to more zoos and aquariums as adult than as a kid. If you’re going to keep an animal in captivity, for fuck’s sake, take proper care of it.
I’ll add that I like living a few miles from my parents. It makes it easy to visit them, and I can help them out as needed. Plus, free food. I’m a practical man.
Agreed. And a reason I won’t have pets again. It was an experience I worked out of my system and have no interest in repeating.
The whole replace them over and over thing is behavior that is completely foreign to me.
Not to be a judgemental douche, but I always felt it was a sign that the pet was there to love you rather than be loved. It’s about the ego of the pet owner for many.
Do you want me to drop a dime on your mom?
She almost died 3 years ago. I fear nature may take its course in the not-too-distant future. That’s another reason why I visit her often.
Family’s a package deal. You take the good with the bad. At least that’s the way I see it.
Believe me, I have tried to talk some sense into her. It didn’t go well.
She another dog named Baby. Not a very creative name. It too died young, but I don’t think it was my mom’s fault as it was healthy and in a pet hotel at the time.
We had a cat once that was the runt of the litter. Because it was black, I suggested naming it Umbra (shadow in Latin). My mom overruled me and named it Loony. True to his name, Loony got in a fight with a car and lost a hind leg. So I started calling it Tripod. One day. the ex-quadruped vanished and never returned. I like to think he went off to get payback on that car.
My dog has tried to lunge at motorcycles a few times. And a hemi pick-up truck the other day.
He likes to think he’s in charge I fear. If he actually were he’d have killed us both a few times at least per day.
We lost a poodle that way. He was inherited, crazy, and disliked though. In fact I had started looking up jobs for him, like sniffer dog.
Eeek. Sorry about your mom’s pup. Seems so strange and naive to treat dogs as if they’re not the active, pack animal creatures they are.
Big personal thing for me and pets: Not gonna be having kids, I’d like to give myself the life experience of raising a puppy. It ain’t a kid, but it ain’t nothing. (Compaitiavely? Yes, it is. I know. Ssshhh now.) Our species’ special relationship would be tremendously valuable for me to experience, specifically as the directly responsible human.
SYMpathy re mom and pets. Unfair to the animals to be overextended.
I took an RV trip with an iguana once.
We currently have no dog and do not plan to get another unless one literally shows up at our front door that we would want to keep.
Which three of our last four dogs did. The first was a pretty good dog, some sort of Rottweiler mix, but she chased a deer across the road and got hit. The second stray was a male Pitty pup who was fun but wild, very aggressive around deer corpses. We got rid of it when it put my wife into the hospital (no lasting damage, and the dog ended up being adopted). The last stray (and dog) was a middle-aged bluenose breeder Pitty. The sweetest best dog we ever had. Still miss her. Cancer cut her life short.
Wife had a long run of cats going back to before she knew me. The last died around 25 years ago.
Landlords: As I recall a dude named Mao was particularly incensed about landlords and eventually did something about it.
Two tom cats here, who mostly get along but occasionally tussle. The alpha cat, “Snot” (that name is not my fault and turned into a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, as he seems to have a chronic sinus condition) looks just like Puccini. He is largely “my” cat, and has recently developed a cute/annoying habit – late in the evening, I go to the kitchen to prep a serving of overnight oats for myself for the following day’s breakfast, and Snot (AKA Ninja Cat,) who has likely been ignoring me all evening, suddenly decides that he will surely die without my immediate, undivided attention and starts to try to climb my leg. I then have to give him a few minutes of lap time before I finish my bedtime routine.
Pussy always gets in the way.
My “alpha” cat used to attack me starting around 5am every morning until i got up to feed her her canned food which she got once a day in the morning. And there was no stopping her.
Vicious little monster. Dainty but psychopathic.
You could say that she was the only animal who out-Firsted me.
Bro, if you don’t search out a nice pitty rescue, I don’t know what to tell you except that you’re now a pit owner. Hire a dog walker in the meantime or try day care. Don’t take it to some crummy shelter.
In December, I made one last final ditch attempt to rehome the dog to get him out of this situation. It fell through like any other attempt did.
At this stage he is staying with me. I’ve threatened everything under the sun with regards to this person from physical violence to cutting off the utilities/internet to just leaving them with a rent they can’t afford on their own (which is what provoked the attack that set the dog off).
I’ve shown incredible restraint as I see it. I’m a very patient, very slow to anger individual in meat space. The fact that it’s taken every ounce of will power I have not to beat this person is one of several reasons I can’t in good conscience blame the dog for what he’s feeling.
I have to confess I don’t even know where to begin trying to correct a dog who just defended me from an actual no shit attack on my physical well being. Like, I didn’t want him to attack. Didn’t need him to in the least. But it’s like…that’s exactly what people are talking about when they say they get a dog for protection. He did the thing he’s supposed to do as a good dog.
I have a trainer coming by on Wednesday. I’m curious what they’re approach will be to the situation.
But yea there will be no fucking shelter. He’s staying with me until one of us dies.
Good idea, a trainer.
I once liked a guy partly for his funny cat. If I used dating sites, I might be intrigued by a cat guy. Dogs tie a person down.
Being tied down is why my wife did t go for the oupy.
The coming kittens are going to be limiting enough.
*strokes chin*
*strokes chin* Your newsletter is intriguing. Good and bad coin: I’m really bad at playing Not Ev. (Unless I’m being paid to. Pro Evan ain’t Full Evan.)
Dammit. STEVE SMITH FILLS FULL EVAN FULLER!!
*playing, posting versions of self to sites
Outside someone who was a shrieking little trans thing, I’ve never met anyone who bought into this shit in the wild. The level of delusional bullshit stated so confidently and comfortably. No awareness of how horrifying this is to normal non-propagandized human beings.