I am so sorry, Laura and smonster. Much love to you both and Laura, hug that big galoot for me, too.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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I redirect the aging kitty~ma to Suzi and Miss Kitty. Sending love to you both.
Thank you smonster - I just posted a picture of her on FB for ya.
Huge hugs to both smonster and Laura. I get choked up just at the thought of what you are each going through.
Best purr vibes to Miss Kitty from my feline overlords.
I'm sorry, smonster. Your shitty roommate would be getting an earful if I were there.
Kitty~ma to Miss Kitty.
Suzi, what they all said about Miss Kitty, and you. Purr~ma to you both.
So sad about all the kittehs. Grr...I love getting hassled for some kind of Disability Hot Take after our local newspaper posted some story about a workshop closing because they don't have the money, blah, blah. That still doesn't make it right to pay those people $2 an hour and pretend that teaches them something. Other than Chris Rock's thing about "If I could pay you less, I would." of course.Other states have actually advanced some intriguing solutions, but I doubt that ours ever will, because people are not a priority, here, whatever our ability levels. This woman never paid that much attention to what I thought when I was her social-work client. I hope one of my friends who is less equivocal offers some knowledge.
Smonster, I'm sorry.
Love to all those who need it, and hugs to all who want them.
Where's the damned bubblewrap?
Well heck. This morning Miss Kitty's front legs weren't quite doing what she wanted them to do. I hate this. She has gotten so thin. I try to offer her food throughout the day and she does eat, but she is so thin.
I did not need to say that twice, dang it.
So, in lighter news - it is so much fun hearing about people getting their shots of whiskey! Something frivolously fun to allowing, for at least a moment, one to forget the rest of life's current stressors.
ETA: Obviously I am not Englishing well today. Not even going to try to edit that sentence. Ugh.