I shouldn't be surprised that the cat whose sin biscuits I've had to interrupt every night for months is now grabbing my butt and ignoring my objections π
Anyone who believes cars don't have sentience hasn't tried to start this one... *Eventually* it'll power on the ECM. Or it'll do it first time every time on sunny days.
Both "seasons in the sun" and "the show must go on" have been stuck in my head, back and forth for two days now. I guess that might be *a little* overdramatic.
The vet clinic has been given the plan. Told that any staff who have formed a bond with Spot will be welcome to join us on Monday. This still feels incredibly wrong, like this isn't something one should schedule. But regardless.
All the yanks losing their shit that everyone's fuckin plastered...
Like, yeah. They're French. They invented wine drunk. And their healthcare system works so they could do this every day and still live longer than you.
I know everyone talks about how Asian genes are all "child, teenager, teenager, old"... But watching some fairly well known engineering YouTubers go "early 30s, whoops, 60s" really drives home how sudden aging is.
Idk man, making sin biscuits while standing on top of my human probably wouldn't be on my list of priorities for my last few days but whatever ππ€¦ββοΈ
He works very hard, other moment I pick up my phone, to make sure that not a single one of his shaved spots is on camera. Which by this point is a hell of an achievement.