Metaphorical barf v. real barf, you make the call.
That one? I would have preferred the real barf.
(But dealing with kitty hairballs every day was so NOT what I was promised when I moved in with The Boy and his menagerie.)
Metaphorical barf v. real barf, you make the call.
That one? I would have preferred the real barf.
(But dealing with kitty hairballs every day was so NOT what I was promised when I moved in with The Boy and his menagerie.)
What's an MFY?
Really? We're closing out the delurking thread by bickering about cats and baseball?
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Actually, that's kind of fitting. Carry on.
ISTG if I have to hear about the MFY one more time I'm getting a divorce. BASEBALL LEADS TO DIVORCE.
Yeah, but cats get ringworm. Nast.
But I don't blame cats for that. Cats are cool with me. I particularly like the adolescent cats that are still working on their cool as they occasionally fall into the bathtub.
Cat owners working themselves into a frenzy of cat devotion? Eh, I have to see a little projection there.
The Mother Fucking Yankees, to a non-fan.
What's an MFY?
Mother Fucking Yankees
Okay, I guessed the F. Not bad.
The MFY won tonight, but the series is split at 1-1. No cats were harmed in the making of this World Series.
I thought dogs were supposed to be the uncritical lovers. Whichever. They kinda freak me out when they're indoors. Then again, I'm not sure I get babies either. Like kittens they can be cute, but I'm work-averse.
I'm not sure I get babies either.
Definitely not uncritical, nor unqualified in their love.
That is the task: you give them unqualified love. They complain and dole their affection out as it pleases them.
Pretty much cats, I guess. But with slim odds that they'll support you in your dotage, which almost never happens with cats. Occasionally, sure you'll get a beneficent, dotage-supporting cat. But they're pretty rare.