Don't forget the alt text!
Oh ouch. And also ha.
NASA Offers $5000 a Month For You to Lie in Bed
I wonder if there's any way I can get enrolled in this and in the British chocolate-eating study at the same time.
'Shindig'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Don't forget the alt text!
Oh ouch. And also ha.
NASA Offers $5000 a Month For You to Lie in Bed
I wonder if there's any way I can get enrolled in this and in the British chocolate-eating study at the same time.
Don't forget the alt text!
That never works for me. Annoying.
My parents had halters on their first cats as a couple. However, that was from kittenhood. Mister Kitty was accustomed to wearing a collar when I got him (I took it off him) and he'd been a stray up until he was 2ish.
Devi's never had a collar. She goes flat if you try to put one on her.
NASA Offers $5000 a Month For You to Lie in Bed
My dream job!
OMG, but how bored and out of shape would I be (and lonesome) after three months of lying in bed? Remind me not to get pregnant and be on bedrest...
Yeah, that's a little much, even for me.
My back goes out if I spend two days in bed when I'm sick. I can't imagine what state I'd be in.
Yeah, ask Plei how much fun that is.
I attempted at year one to put my two girls in harnesses when I took them to the vet. They forgot how to walk. My mom had the one on a leash and was yelling at me that it wasn't working as she dragged my limp kitty down the sidewalk. It was all very traumatizing. Especially since I'm sure she also dragged my Ply down the steps of the stoop to emphasize her point.
I was laid up for three months one summer after knee surgery. After that summer I never wanted to watch another movie, tv show, or read one more damned book.
Hah, yes. I didn't realize cat claws could penetrate concrete until the time I tried to put a leash on the cat to drag him home from his wanderings.
This was an outdoor cat, but neighbors (who didn't know us, or him) would call and report him found so we felt it was only right to play along and go and collect him. That time he was a good five or six blocks from home, and I ended up having to carry his struggling 20lb ass over my shoulder the whole way. (Most of the way, anyway. I let him go again once we were far enough away that he wouldn't show up on their porch again ten minutes later.)