Tiny dirty stray kitten hanging out at the bottom of our stairs since yesterday. There are a lot of self-reliant ferals around our apartment, but this little thing was dirty & covered in burrs. We gave it some chicken but couldn’t catch it. I think it may have wandered over from the outdoor cat hoarder colony down the street; that house is awful & we saw kittens there last week.
This morning the downstairs neighbor managed to grab it for us, and I put it on this cozy towel & started combing and picking the burrs & sticks out of its fur. It calmed down immediately and has been chilling here with me in the kitchen ever since. Got a vet appointment in an hour to get my little buddy cleaned up & checked out. I hope it isn’t too sick; I think it might have a cold.
If we can, we are probably going to keep her.
What a difference a day makes! Took this little guy to the vet, got the fleas and dirt washed off him, got some antibiotics for a slight cold, but he is otherwise fine. Kneading and purring up a storm, eating a lot and being heart-crushingly adorable.
We have named this glorious creature Nux.
A little over a month later and Nux is growing into a very long and floppy shoulder cat!
Oh my god!!!!
i’m so happy for this cat i hope nux knows im proud of him
We’re a bunch of apes who are afraid of seeing each other naked on a little spec of dust, floating around a fiery dot, working 8 hours a day for a few pieces of trees that we’ve turned into rectangles
Cherry picking data on Twitter part 135367878433478
Mmm.. no, anti-fascists have literally never killed anybody in the United States or Canada. You don’t have to cherry pick data to reach the number zero.
Fascist Wannabes: *have killed dozens of people in the past twelve months alone*
Antifa: *bopped a guy in the face once*
Some Tumblr Heathen: Gosh! There’s practically no difference!
it should also be noted that there’s a significant difference between groups and movements like Antifa or BLM defending their communities from violent racists, and racists wantonly killing people for no other reason than their skin colour.
My parents HATE overwatch because it takes up our entire wifi whenever my brother goes online and when I bought myself the new Zelda my mom was like “can I watch Netflix? or are you playing” and I was like no, no don’t worry it doesn’t take up internet. and she was so relieved and started walking towards the TV in her room and I was like “you want to watch it out here? I can switch to the handheld mode” and she was so impressed that she could watch Master Chef next to me while I played my game. Nintendo is truly the family system.
nintendo paid for this post
blizzard payed for that reply
I paid for my lunch today (one of sandwich, meat ball sub)
did it taste good?
it was very good. thank you for asking 🙂 i hope you have a good lunch tomorrow
so now i’m playing a game where i think up some really safe mundane activity and try to come up with a way it could get me killed. watching tv. making the bed. unzipping a bookbag.
Just do those things until you starve
you ruined this post. you completed it, you were genius at it, but as a result it is ruined, it peaked too soon
But if the thing is eating, you’ll never starve. Post open again
Eat until your stomach ruptures. Post closed 😦
F*ck. I apologise then
Yeah you do. You fucked up. You fucked up big.
New rule: repetition is not allowed. You can only do the mundane task during an appropriate amount of time.
You have come up with a series of events, starting with the mundane task, that ultimately lead to your death.
Also new rule: all the sequences of events you come up with must be distinct. This means you can’t say “it was poisoned” everytime you eat something, for example.
You can keep going now.
THESE ARE DAMN GOOD RULES. New rules are now in effect.
CAN THERE BE A GAME MASTER WITH A TAG LIST OR SOMETHING BECAUSE IM VERY GOOD AT DYING
I’m folding clothes. One of these clothes get stuck in my hand. I wave it around desperately trying to get it off. Eventually I blunder my way into the kitchen where I’m still waving it around, trying to get it off, when I knock a bag of flour onto my head. Now dazed and blinded, I reach around for some paper towels, or at least the sink. The shirt still on my hand gets caught on a drawer and my head whips forward into the knife cabinet next to my sink. I die.
This is me trying to think of a normal life with my fucking ocd
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