The shell cracked. I emerged. How it will end is anyone’s guess.
Best cat ever.
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Pro Tip: if you stuff that box with crinkly paper, you have created cat Nirvana.
Tangled up in Blue.
Peter Pearson.
Stab stab stabby stab stability stab.
My recently departed puss, Alley (tuxedo, lived to 19), absolutely loved crinkly packing paper stuffed into a cardboard box. That was her great adventure, her domain, her hiding place, her happy place. We used to buy packing paper at Amazon just so we’d always have enough on hand to stuff into a box. You never saw such a happy cat.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension—a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas.
He is a keeper. Give him a belly scritch for me…
Resist as much as possible without getting killed. BTW, I’m an Old-White-Guy Boomer. Not all people in my generation are lining up to kiss Trump’s ass…
Graduated high school in 1975. BTW my niece has a Camden and a Corbin. My daughter is named Chelsea.
Guess when I was born… Went to school with James, William, Dan, John, Joseph, David, Elizabeth, Lisa, Margaret, Debbie, Carolyn, Bonnie, Susan, Karen, Michael, and Peter. Most of the Karens I knew were nice people. They don’t deserve the bad rap.
A magnificent puss, even as a little guy…
I love mornings because I wake up feeling optimistic about the coming day. Mornings are perfect for getting stuff done — exercise, catch up on work, and run errands before the afternoon crowds hit. The world feels fresh and full of possibility in the mornings before the stresses of the day set in. Waking up early lets me really seize the day.
Agreed. The “Sphinx” sentence is the cooler of the two. I’ve been using it for a long time. My personal twist: the last word becomes “vowel,” not “vow.” For me, easier on the ears.
You’re absolutely right. I was self-employed from '87 - '16. Gig work before they called it that. No regular commute!
Today: 203,067 miles. 85% of the distance to the moon. Destination, the Sea of Longevity.
Forcing myself to watch this thing. I think I’m getting a rash.