Roommate went out of town once, asked me to look after her cat.
Night one she comes down meowing at me. I go check her food/water, they’re full. Litter box empty. Make sure my roommate’s door is still open and she’s not locked out of her room or something. I try to pet her and she dodges me, offer her treats and she won’t have it, try playing with her but she won’t play, try just ignoring her and she won’t stop following me around meowing at me.
So I call my roommate, concerned maybe she was sick or in pain and that’s why she was being so insistent despite having all her needs met.
Roommate goes: “OH! She wants you to go to bed. Go upstairs to my room and just sit in my bed with her for a few minutes. She should curl up and get comfortable. Once shes laid down she usually lets me go back to what I’m doing she just can’t seem to go to bed on her own”
Sure enough, I go sit on roommates bed and she just happily jumps up, curls up on the blanket, and purrs herself to sleep.
I like when cats try to give their humans healthy habits.
Don Pierrot of Navarre always sat up at night until I came home, waiting for me on the inside of the door, and as soon as I stepped into the antechamber he would come rubbing himself against my legs, arching his back and purring in gladsome, friendly fashion. Then he would start to walk in front of me, preceding me like a page, and I am sure that if I had asked him to do so, he would have carried my candle. In this way he would escort me to my bedroom, wait until I had undressed, jump up on the bed, put his paws round my neck, rub his nose against mine, lick me with his tiny red tongue, rough as a file, and utter little inarticulate cries by way of expressing unmistakably the pleasure he felt at seeing me again. When he had sufficiently caressed me and it was time to sleep he used to perch upon the backboard of his bed and slept there like a bird roosting on a branch. As soon as I woke in the morning, he would come and stretch out beside me until I rose. Midnight was the latest time allowed for my return home. On this point Pierrot was as inflexible as a janitor… Twice or thrice Pierrot sat up for me until two o’clock in the morning, but presently he took offence at my conduct and went to bed without waiting for me. I was touched by this mute protest against my innocently disorderly way of life, and thereafter I regularly returned home at midnight. Pierrot, however, proved hard to win back; he wanted to make sure that my repentance was no mere passing matter, but once he was convinced that I had really reformed, he deigned to restore me to his good graces and again took up his nightly post in the antechamber.
Cats : trying to make us go to bed at a Reasonable Time since forever (so they can wake us up at 3 am for treats)
[Image description: An art piece depicting the characters of EXU: Calamity as a stone monument. At the base of the monument, Laerryn sits looking to the side, holding up a crystal in one hand, her other hand reached back to rest on Loquatius’ bare chest. Beside her, Loquatius is fallen upside down at an angle, his legs stretched up and to the side, one arm resting on Laerryn’s hip, the other holding a shard of crystal. He is naked, and his dick is in the shape of Brennan Lee Mulligan with his hands clasped and his head tilted and resting on his clasped hands. Above Loquatius, Patia is leaning forwards and reaching out with both arms. Her right arm (left from viewer perspective) is missing from the elbow down, and the last three fingers of her left hand (right from viewer perspective) are severed and floating in the space they would normally occupy. Above Patia, Nydas bends and plunges his sword into Zerxus’ breast, who arches as if mid-fall, his shield held up in one arm and a long sword raised in the other. At the top of the monument, Cerrit stands with his back to the viewer perspective, wings fully spread and raised, one arm holding up a tomahawk. The entire image is in shades of grey, with the exception of the weapons, crystals, and magical foci, which are golden. The artist’s watermark is at the very top of the image, above Cerrit’s head. End ID]
we need to make fun of people who eat at chick-fil-a. if you eat at chick-fil-a you are directly funding police militarization and are intentionally anti-lgbt at best. it should not be socially acceptable to eat at chick-fil-a. it costs zero dollars not to eat at chick-fil-a. if you eat at chick-fil-a you are a spineless dweeb and stand for nothing. internalize that.
No no you don’t understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can’t!
I’m not ALLOWED to enjoy it yet, I’m not ALLOWED!!!
it is officially Too Fucking Hot which means it’s time for my annual desire to move to the bottom of Lake Superior
hey netizens! i’m not sure how many people are aware, but youtube’s been slowly rolling out a new anti-adblock policy that can’t be bypassed with the usual software like uBlock Origin and Pi-Hole out of the gate
BUT, if you’re a uBlock Origin user (or use an adblocker with a similar cosmetics modifier), you can add these commands in the uBlock dashboard to get rid of it!
reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3
Where do I copy-paste these to? “My filters”? “My Rules”?
‘my filters’! if you look closely you’ll notice the format is different between the two pages. the (website)(##)(additional text) format goes in filters
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