TheEmbiggening
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9 hours ago @ Crasstalk - Back to Work Open Thread · 7 replies · +8 points
My Daddy died this evening, he stayed with me every step of my life, and he was the best man/person that I (and many many others) have ever met.
Please raise a glass, or a fist, or a thumbs up, for an exceptionally good person who set an exceptionally good example of how to be Good in a hard, hard world.
1 day ago @ Crasstalk - Labor Day Weekend Open... · 4 replies · +8 points
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tonight (Friday) he was outside at 8:30, came readily in, and was glad to be brushed and petted and fed and made much of. And he's stayed quiet inside since, except when Bestie facetimed me, all full of loud bouncy energy, and Mister Socks meowed to let it be known that he is the new sheriff in town and that nighttimes are for sleep times and no tomfoolery shall be tolerated.
4 days ago @ Crasstalk - Labor Day Weekend Open... · 1 reply · +9 points
he made the eleven o'clock cutoff last night, and slept a sound seven hours, not budging when I let our kitty out onto the porch, or when I washed dishes, silent and sweet until 6 AM. That's when the plaintive meows began and Partner was forced up to feed, clean letterboxes, and let Mister Socks out for his tomcatting day. We have a standing appt with the vet for a neutering, all next week - when we can keep him inside in the morning, he's going to that surgery. I'm just so thankful he hasn't sprayed on anything yet!
5 days ago @ Crasstalk - Over the Hump Open Thread · 2 replies · +5 points
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1 week ago @ Crasstalk - Over the Hump Open Thread · 2 replies · +13 points
to report that at a little after eleven PM, I was on the phone with Bestie and he urged me to open the front door one more time and look for the tuxedo cat, so I did, and there he was! Mister Socks walked in like it was no big thing, ate two plates of wet food, and proceeded to settle himself in the makeshift bed we had put for him in Partner's office and go to sleep, purring and curling a paw around any hand that approached, in order to bring it close to lick it and nibble it gently.