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spikethedevil posted...

Just remember that cats are lactose intolerant.

So are a lot of humans, but they still eat cheese and ice cream lol

It's me. I am the human who is (probably) lactose intolerant.

Rikishi posted...

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/user_image/0/6/0/AAYm74AAD2G8.jpg guys it's my cat Queys. He was watching me eat ice cream so I gave him a tiny taste. He likes strawberry ice cream it seems

Aw, how sweet! My old cat Mereoleona loved ice cream; her favorite was Americone Dream.

Bumping for the kitties.

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Glad to hear it!

apolloooo posted...

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blep


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Aw, your kitty makes me think of my mom's cat Pepper. She's a complete menace, constantly tearing through the house, and (play) biting.

apolloooo posted...

She is.

She's such a pretty girl!

Alucard188 posted...

I miss having my lap cat. I want a new one, but I'm still traumatised over the 2 months I spent watching my cat wither while I couldn't get her in anywhere. No fucking vets nearby would take her. I "wasn't a client". There are four within a 10 minute drive of me, including one within walking distance. Yet I have to drive 40 minutes out of town to find one that will take me because nobody's accepting new clients.

That's so awful; I'm sorry for your loss. I can't imagine the pain you're feeling.

apolloooo posted...

Rivel update: still recovering. She's been eating slightly better and she hasn't left my bed the past few days except for using the litterbox. Purring loudly when i lay beside her.

Sounds like she's improving!

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Would you guess that this magnificent creature just launched himself at a sliding glass door moments before this picture was taken?

I'm finally hanging some of my posters/art prints since moving. I had one sitting against the wall, for all of five minutes, and Archie ran over and scratched it (it's in a frame with a plastic cover, so it wasn't damaged).

Little jerk constantly scratches anything that's plastic. He loves to try to dig into plastic containers.

I hope Rivel will be okay <3

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This dumb baby would have never survived in the wild.

I think Zagoth's account has been suspended, but I hope their kitty comes home. :(

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Oh no, I hope he turns up. Try setting his litter box right outside the door.

apolloooo posted...

He's trying to warn you off your MMO addiction

I am hopelessly addicted to FFXIV. Finally made it to Endwalker a few days ago.

AuthenticZac posted...

"This Magikarp isn't the fish I ordered" - Archie, maybe

When I got that mat, I thought it was just a Lapras, but there's also a Gyarados and the Magikarp chiling on a boardwalk lol

Ruvan22 posted...

Archie even put in all that hard work to get chonky so it would be easier for you to pet him!

He's working so hard to stay chonky too. He expects me to feed him before I go to bed lol

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Archie does not understand why am I am staring at my monitor instead of petting him.

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He looks so mad! Lucky you getting a kitty who enjoys going on walks :3

(Not a girl) but I had a "nice guy" do this stuff to me. Pretended to be nice to me after I had gone through something traumatic and then asked me out on a date. Had a meltdown when I said no. Kept asking even after I explicitly said no multiple times.

I know for a fact that he would asssault me if I was alone with him, but my other friends treat me like I'm crazy. Incels are fucking scary and people cover for them way too often.

There are dumb people in all walks of life. I've worked food-service and I've worked office jobs.

Mr_hulk88 posted...

That's quite a mess.

Tbh it kind of sounds like she was probably done with you since the moment she cheated.
The rest was just her panicking about losing something known to her. You fell into a narcissist's trap, they usually say ANYTHING to get what they want from you, and then completely turn over the situation the moment they don't need you anymore.

Yeah, it was a disaster. She'd always had flaws (like everyone does) but she changed a few years ago. She went from being a quiet nerd who enjoyed playing video games to going out to clubs dressed like a hooker, getting black out drunk, and bringing home random people (which she did during our breakups).

It's gotten to the point where I don't miss her anymore, but I still feel hurt by what she did. I can't talk to anyone about it or they just scream at me that I need to "move on and get over her" when I'm literally traumatized. So, I don't talk about it. Still doesn't fail that some people will bring it up and, when I express that I'm still hurt by what happened, they scream that I need to get over it. Of course, this is just people who know me/her IRL.

Now that I think about it though, I had a worse day than that (mostly because things eventually got better from what my psycho ex did). I had a cat who I had adopted about a year and a half ago after fostering her. She'd had a bevvy of health issues and was never 100% healthy, but I loved her and I took good care of her. One Saturday, I woke up and she was throwing up/super lethargic. I spent about $60 ubering to an emergency vet just to be told that she wasn't going to make it. She had been her usual self the day before and the vet even told me that there was likely nothing I could have done to prevent what was wrong with her (essentially fluid buildup in her lungs and a low WBC count). I had to make the decision, alone in a freezing cold room, to put her to sleep.

I would have paid any amount of money to make her better. I charged close to $900 to my credit card that day and I'm still paying it off. I stayed with her and told her how much I loved her. I miss her and I feel angry that she died. She'd had a rough life before I adopted her and she was supposed to live a long life in comfort with me. I only got to have her for a year and a half. Things haven't really gotten "better" since then. I've moved into a new apartment, but I can't help but think that she should have been here. I think about how much she would have loved to sit in the big window in my bedroom and sunbathe or how she would have curled up on my desk while I worked.

I saw a video on tiktok yesterday of a sickly little orange tabby kitten that made me think of her and I just bawled. I miss that cat so much.

Believe it or not, this is a huge issue.

My ex (a transgender woman) once got into a literal screaming match with a woman (a lesbian) over the term. My ex was a dumbass and was trying to argue that she was a " bisexual lesbian" because she preferred women but was attracted to men. The other woman was pretty adamant that lesbian meant women (cis and trans) only attracted to women (cis and trans).

They both had points. My ex did try to make the point that her "lesbian" included non-binary people (which is its own issue). The other woman also made the excellent point that creepy dudes have historically used the argument of, "Oh, you're a lesbian? Me too!" or just trying to convince lesbians that they haven't tried the "right man." They were both too busy yelling at each other to actually listen to what they were saying.

I don't know how I'd define lesbian and I don't think it's my place to seeing as I'm not a woman. I didn't get involved with that argument because, honestly, both people annoyed the shit out of me. My ex was in her "treating me like garbage" phase and the other woman was, to put it bluntly, a condescending bitch (for other reasons). My ex bawled her eyes out after the screaming match that ended their friendship and all I could really think was, "Oh thank god I don't have to pretend to be nice to that vile harpy anymore."

Mr_hulk88 posted...

Where you having issues already? Sounds terrible for someone to hit you with that out of the blue.
Im glad you recovered from the whole rent situation she left you in. I wish my problems would resolve so quickly

She had cheated on me earlier that year and left me for a woman. She came crawling back, begging me to give her another chance, when that woman wouldn't leave her husband. She swore up and down that she had been out of her mind and realized how much she loved me and that she was unbelievably sorry.

It was stupid, but I believed her display of contrite desperation and gave her another chance. Things were okay for a while, but then she started ramping up a lot of the irresponsible habits she'd had before. Namely that she would blow her money and then we wouldn't be able to pay rent/buy groceries/etc.

At one point, we had planned to go on a trip to the beach for our anniversary. It was all her idea and, no matter how much I protested because of the cost, she insisted. She went ahead and paid for everything. Well, one day I checked the mail and tl;dr: her car registration had been suspended because her insurance was canceled due to non-payment. She had to drop close to $300 to get everything sorted out (and this was at a time where she was having to use those apps where you borrow $100/day from your future paycheck).

So I say, "Look, we really need the money, let's see if we can get anything back from the hotel reservation." She ARGUED with me back and forth that we didn't need to and that she could afford it (as she was literally spending the last of her money to re-instate her registration). The trip was mostly for me as I had never been to the beach and really wanted to go. I thought I was being the bigger person, putting aside what I wanted, and thinking of what was best for my family. She eventually agreed, but when she went to request the refund, she found out that her credit card hadn't been charged yet. She mistook another $500 charge for the hotel deposit (and no, she didn't make the kind of money where $500 was chump change). There was nothing to refund. Her card was also maxed out (after she had taken out a loan against her retirement to pay it off a year prior).

I also wasn't doing well mentally. I had told her when I took her back that I wasn't going to just "get over" the fact that she cheated on me and generally treated me like shit (even if she was "out of her mind.") I was going to need time. Counseling. Re-assurance. All things she swore up and down were fine and completely understandable. That lasted a couple of months before she started being resentful and mean.

The really stupid part is that we got married in the midst of this. We had been together for ten years, but always put off marriage for financial reasons despite getting engaged in college. We had a very simple wedding, just the two of us and an officiant in a small chapel. I'd wanted to get married at the courthouse to save money, but she insisted on this. She insisted on getting married in the first place. I asked her, multiple times, are you sure? I knew that I loved her and wanted her to be my wife, but just three months prior she had told me that she hadn't loved me in years.

Later after she walked out, she screamed that I was a horrible, manipulative, and abusive monster who had forced her to marry me. She said that all the horrible things she did to me were her ways of trying to escape. I didn't have a car of my own (tl;dr: I couldn't afford to fix my fifteen year old car with nearly 300k miles on it AND cover up her frequent shortcomings with rent/groceries). I gave up my job to move closer to hers, at her request. I supported her through a transition where chunks of her family outright disowned her. I never had any power in that relationship and just had to suffer as she did whatever she wanted. Hell, I still remember the morning she woke me up to tell me she had raided the box of cash I had to pay rent. Didn't ask me beforehand, of course, just jerked me awake to tell me she had done it. She did everything she could to make sure I didn't have the means to leave and then cried victim when I wouldn't let her anymore.

The really crappy part has been all the people who have just treated it like a normal breakup. That bitch used me. She hurt me in a way that I don't think I will ever recover from.

tl;dr: she cheated, begged for a second chance, was nice for about two months before going back to her old ways, and then played the victim at the end.

Some backstory: My (eventually to be) ex-wife had randomly come home one day in late October 2021 and announced that she didn't want to be married to me anymore and left with our shared car. After about a week of radio silence, the rent going unpaid, and some absolutely psychotic behavior from her, we worked out an agreement to finish out the lease.

Well, in January, I gave her my half of the rent, the rent payment bounced, and she disappeared. Had the nerve to be pissy with me when I finally got ahold of her and demanded to know where my money was. Not long after that, she messaged me to let me know that she had gotten a new apartment and that the old apartment was my problem. Moved out in like two days. One of my chicken-shit former friends helped her do it too.

The day that she messaged me was probably my worst day of 2022. I was only making about $12/hr at the time and absolutely could not afford the rent on my own. I also found out that my job would fire me if I moved out of city limits. I couldn't add another roommate without her signing off and paying a $300 roommate release fee. It looked like I was going to lose my job and have to move in with my alcoholic, ragingly trans/homophobic mother.

I had a nervous breakdown that day. It felt like no matter what I tried to do, things kept going wrong and I felt utterly hopeless.

Things got better. Not in the magical way of empty platitudes like "it'll all work out." Everything that got better got better explicitly because I did something to make it better or someone helped me. I got a pay raise up to about $15/hr. I found a new, slightly cheaper apartment. I worked my ass off and finished out the lease at my old place so I didn't have that black mark on my rental history. I manage my money smartly and live far more securely than some people who make four times what I do (meaning I'm not constantly overdrafting my checking account because I splurged on stupid stuff).

$22/hr. That would be enough to pay rent, pay for a car+insurance, food for myself and my cat, and have a decent chunk of spending/saving money.

I currently make about $15/hr. I'm barely scraping by. You wouldn't think $7/hr would make that much of a difference. Fun thing: minimum wage is still $7.25 here. You can't rent an apartment anywhere in the city on that amount of money.

Ruvan22 posted...

Is he getting thinner? :O

I sure hope so; the vet said he was fat, so he's been on a diet for about two months. He feels heavier though.

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Got a new tag for Archie. It jingles every time he walks or shakes.

This has been known for years. Hell, you can just watch Sajak's pure discomfort at any contestant who isn't a cishet, white person and figure it out.

Archie helped me catch a massive roach last night! He got treats as a reward.

I haven't been able to find the nail clippers since I moved, so I finally caved in and just ordered a new pair. Archie is going to be intensely displeased once they arrive.

I was born in 1992. My mom had an NES, that she bought in like 1990, when I was growing up. Some of my earliest memories are watching my mom play through the original Legend of Zelda. I never had a SNES growing up (but I did play it at my cousins' houses), but I did get an N64 eventually.

idk what to tell you. The system had been out for a while when my mom bought it, but it was "cheap" (I think she told me she paid like $80 for it in 1990, which would be the equivalent of almost $200 today). So, it would be comparable to someone buying a PS4 right before the PS5 came out.

Smackems posted...

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That's a unique looking cat.

Yeah. I had a great-great-great Aunt (she was my grandmother's great-aunt) who I believe lived to be 97. She ended up in a nursing home after she broke her hip, but her mental faculties were mostly there. She had lived on her own up until a year or two before her death. People would stop by to help and check on her. I remember spending the weekend there with my mom once and she (the great x 3 aunt) bought cookies just for me. She was really nice.

Maine. New England just seems really nice and also I assume that it's just as spooky as Stephen King has led me to believe.

Southernfatman posted...

That Wal Mart he threatened to crash into is only half a mile from my house. I started hearing the plane flying overhead around 5 in the morning. I never did notice the MLP shirt.

Small world. Tupelo used to be the "cool big city" kids in my town would go to on the weekend. I can't remember if Tupelo had two Walmarts back then though (I remember one being next to the EB Games I would always stop by).

ZangsBeard posted...

I guess I needed a bath

One of my old cats, Tuffy, would routinely try to groom people. He was particularly fond of sneaking up behind me on the couch and chomping my hair (especially if I had just dyed it). It's a great, if gross, honor.

Ruvan22 posted...

Haha well my two are brothers, so there is a lot of grooming that turns into tussling...

I remember the pictures of Archie and Merealeona looking at each other.. and Archie choosing violence!!

He did! He was so mean to her, but he loved on her at the end.

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/user_image/1/3/4/AAJtqRAADnem.jpg He also learned how to get on top of the cabinets.

Anxious.

My mom called me Friday to tell me she had, spur-of-the-moment, quit her job, so I am extremely worried about her. She's a nurse, so it shouldn't be too hard to find another job, but she's been making a lot of questionable choices lately.

My grandmother has been having a pretty serious health issue that doesn't seem like it's getting any better. She's not going to die from it, but it is having a tremendous impact on her quality of life and may ultimately result in the loss of her independence. That scares me because I've seen what happens to people who are otherwise completely there mentally (which she is), but can't physically live alone. I don't want that to happen to her.

I hate my job more and more every day. I have no hope of getting anything better. I can keep my head above water with what I make, but come this time next year... if my rent goes up by more than $100, I'm sunk.

About two months ago, one of my cats died and it was an extremely difficult and unexpected experience. I'm constantly worried about my remaining cat.

I've also been having extremely unpleasant dreams about my ex. She traumatized me, so having to see her (even if it's just in a dream) is mentally exhausting.

Finally, when I made dinner tonight, too much salt came out of the shaker and it made my food way too salty. I forced myself through about half of it, but that's all I could take. Something always goes wrong when I cook when I'm depressed or anxious. If it's something that requires no variable input from me (like putting a frozen pizza in the oven or making a turkey and cheese sandwich), it's usually okay, but anything that requires measurements, stirring, resting, etc., is guaranteed to flop.

I'm so jealous of everyone whose kitties get along. Archie has, at best, tolerated every other cat that has been in the same apartment as him.

apocalyptic_4 posted...

Who the hell is driving a car with actual shit in the front seat for a 100 miles?

I feel like anyone who says yes hasn't driven in a car with something nasty in the front seat before.

Years ago, I was driving and my ex threw up all over the passenger side door. It was like... sixty miles home and I almost puked from the smell. I didn't say anything at the time, but I was pissed because she had been nauseated for a while and I asked her, like ten minutes before the incident, if she needed to throw up (literally anywhere other than the car door). She could have thrown up at our friends' house. She could have thrown up at the gas station (in the bathroom or one of the trash cans). Hell, she could have stuck her head out the window and thrown up on the side of the road.

And before anyone is like, "OMG, you're so heartless," this was the SECOND time she had done this. And later she cheated on me, so fuck her lol

ScazarMeltex posted...

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This the majestic Fizzy. She is 17 years old. My wife and I got her and her brother many moons ago for our 1 year wedding anniversary.

I love her. She looks so sweet.

Nope.

I wouldn't date anyone who smokes anything. My ex had taken up vaping when she tried to reel me back in for the last time and that was going to be a hard no on that grounds alone.

Also, personally, I couldn't justify the legal danger of it. My state is super unfriendly to that stuff.

Strictly a job.

I answered the phone for a few hours after school for a local attorney. I only got the job because I was a teacher's assistant for his mom and his full-time secretary wanted to leave in the afternoons to pick up her kids.

It was a nice job though. My boss was cool. He was only thirty and into video games. I had actually wanted to go to law school and he politely discouraged me from that. There's little money in it compared to what you have to pay for school (he told me he'd only made something like $40k his first year).

Sadly, I'm currently in "just a job." I harass people into filling out paperwork and then write reports based on that paperwork. There's almost zero upward mobility and, honestly, the upward mobility doesn't seem worth it. I could go from working 100% remote, making roughly double minimum wage, to traveling 75% of the time for... I think it's like 4x minimum wage, but you are near constantly on the road AND writing up reports. The job also sucks because people get ugly and pissy with me for things that are out of my control, but with the bonus of them thinking I'm trying to scam them half the time.

I have zero idea how to get into a "career" and am probably going to be homeless this time next year.

Ruvan22 posted...

Does he chew on them? My two have chewed through three pairs of sandals...

Nope; just snuggles and sniffs them. He will shove his entire head into closed-toe shoes.

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Archie is engaged in his favorite activity: snuggling up to shoes.

Bumping for the kitties

I really miss the deluxe chicken wraps from McDonald's. I lived off of those for a while in college.

Wendy's also used to have chicken fingers that were pretty good. Wish they would bring those back.

My previous job was working in a coffee shop. I was also working as a tutor at my university. It was my last semester and I had put off the big scary class of my major (Microbiology) until then. I wanted to be able to completely focus on that.

I put in a two-weeks notice at the coffee shop. My boss was super understanding and was very clear that the moment I wanted to come back, she'd have a position open for me. I had fully planned to start working there again after graduation until I found a "real" job.

I think I may have immediately quit the tutoring job. The pay was mediocre and I had students cancel on me all the time. I still got paid about half an hour whenever someone would cancel at the last minute or no-show, but I got absolutely sick of it.

Unfortunately for me, my then girlfriend (now soon-to-be-ex-wife) demanded that we immediately move an hour and a half away to be closer to her job. I'm talking, within a month of my graduation, we were moved. My understanding had always been that we'd wait a few months to see if I could find a job and then move.

I thought it would all be okay at the time because her job paid really well and, surely, I'd find something after a few months. That turned into nearly seven years of job searching, financial abuse, and I'm pretty sure at least a few cases of deliberate sabotage on her part. I'd apply for absolutely slam dunk positions at her company, with her referral, and they'd get binned near instantly. Happened dozens of times just at her company. At one point, she referred me AND the slut she was cheating on me with for the same position lol

I'm not sure what I'm going to do about leaving my current job. It's paid based on production, but there's roughly a two-week lag on when my work gets approved/I get paid for it. If I put in a two weeks notice, they'll stop assigning me new work and I won't get paid hourly. My finances are tight enough that I cannot just go without pay or have a minimal paycheck for two weeks. I'm kinda stuck.

I've moved into a new apartment and Archie absolutely loves it. My bathroom has a door that opens directly into my bedroom closet and he demands that it be opened.

Alucard188 posted...

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RIP my baby.

I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm sure she cherished her time with you.

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/user_image/6/3/1/AAJtqRAADhfv.jpg Archie doesn't understand how to use the printer.