Rice milk for oatmeal, oat milk for baking, soy milk for drinking straight due to protein

Why stop there? I think Lumpi deserves endless chinny rubs, too

That is why banana must die.

No, it’s an Australian.

Just sayin’, you’re gonna need more than 520 watts to power that purrbo frequency.

Our resident salad muncher would like to say: “Do not ask, friend; demand!”

Yes, Murphy, you are quite cute. Next question?

Who do I crowdfund to DDoS the DDoS’ers?

The Internet Archive, and by extension the Wayback Machine, are integral to Internet democracy and accountability. We can’t lose that.

Kika meowing loudly because she “hunted” something

Our 10yo Tabby has done this since the first day I adopted her. We found it so endearing we bought her a stuffed rat that’s almost bigger than her own noggin.

In regards to sleep hygiene, that was arguably the worst decision we’ve ever made.

Still love the rascal to pieces!

Cat tax:

Green Fluff is just a derivative of Ambrosia, which is very much a Southern-States creation. We Midwesterners simply made it better. /j

Jokes aside, my grandmother used to make her own homemade cherry ambrosia. That recipe is lost with Dementia (she never wrote it down either, heh) so I’ll probably never have Pink Fluff that good again. Don’t knock it 'til you try it.

I wonder if a layer of Ripstop over the tiles would reduce performance. I could imagine fabric being a less expensive option than R&Ding more proprietary tech like making the tiles even smaller.

Edit: Glossed over the fact the tiles rotate. Nevermind me.

I could see them innovating with electromagnetic suspension, like with predictive magnetic suspensions in supercars. General Atomics has also been developing a rarely green-lit, high-speed maglev train for freight in California, so we may see proliferation of that tech if the project shows success.

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Geographically speaking they’re a pretty spaced-out corporation, so they’re difficult to get ahold of.

I heard the CEO is pretty hot tho…

I wasn’t allowed to adopt a pet when I was growing up, my father and legal guardian didn’t like how “dirty and destructive” they were.

As soon as I graduated 12th grade I moved to another town for uni, finally renting my own apartment. I got into a serious relationship and together we felt our home needed more life; a cat. We visited our local humane society and as soon as we entered one room holding at least 15 cats, we knew who to bring home. Our little Chicky climbed my six foot frame like a tree and stood upon my shoulders as if she were a fanged parrot. We as humans go to these shelters thinking “who will I pick”, but instead she picked us.

A few years later, my relationship ended poorly. I was already prone to mental health issues (yay, genetics) but her infidelity along with the pressures of school and work broke me. I tried to take my own life one day. As I was sitting on the bathroom floor and it welled up inside of me I knew I was ready.

In walks this little creature, nary a care about exam deadlines and romantic security. She must’ve known something was happening as she walked over to me and laid in my lap, just staring at me. She saved me that day. Since then, I’ve developed an emotional bond with this little animal that is stronger than anything I’ve felt before.

About two years ago was when life really started to challenge both feline and myself. During a dental check at the vet, they noticed her bad breath and ran a blood test and UA. It was confirmed that afternoon that she had moderate renal disease. It wasn’t end-stage at the time, but for her only being 7 years old at the time it just dug a little deeper into my heart.

She has doubly beaten her vet’s prognosis of one year, but I’m beginning to see the disease whittle her away. She’s skinnier, sleeps deeper, and doesn’t always come when called now. It’s tough seeing something you love so much slowly fade away.

Before her diagnosis, my fiancee and I had lost our other 13 year old cat to SCC quite suddenly. In a span of one week Teah went from jubilant to lethargic and leaving traces of blood in her food. That was the most difficult thing we’ve ever had to endure. It still hurts today.

Just one year ago as well we had to put our good boy pup to rest for liver failure and a heart murmur. He lived a very long life though, so we’re happy he is able to rest now.

You’re not just losing a pet when they pass. You’re losing structure. Compassion. A friend. It’s never easy, especially when they’re taken too soon. Grief is the price we pay for love, so cry as hard as you loved them and understand they’ll be waiting for you on the other side.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” --C.S. Lewis