So over on the Men’s Rights subreddit – you know, the old one, not its newfangled would-be replacement – the fellas are complaining about how oppressive it is for a university to put up signs suggesting that consent is good and rape is bad.
Clearly, these signs are an insult to non-rapist men, in the same way that “don’t feed the animals” signs in zoos are an insult to those of us who aren’t planning to feed the animals.
Happily, the dude calling himself anti-everyone has come up with a way to fight back against this feminazi tyranny:
Is the Poster Revolution moving to its next stage?
Yay!
Awesome. Hooray for kitty!
YAY KITTY IS OKAY!!! 🙂
That’s great, Nanasha, I’m very happy for you and your kitty! *cheers*
w00t for the kitty! If kitty does belly rubs, give the kitty one from me?
Yay for happy purring kitties!!
All the kitty stories are making me weepy. Damn you, manboobzers, you’ll make my mascara run!
I still blame myself for my kitty’s kidney failure – for giving him dry food, for not realizing he was getting sick sooner, for not being able to save him at the end. I had him for 19 years – it’s natural to blame yourself, and if you’re a good pet person you’ll always second guess yourself to some extent, but unfortunately we can’t control everything. Nanasha – you’re doing everything you can. I’m just glad you finally figured out what was wrong.
The conversation has moved on but NWO, you’re pathetic.
Yay kitty!!!
Yay for Neb & Nanasha! Hugs to all the wonderful friends o’ pets!
Nanasha, that’s wonderful news! Whatever Neb’s favourite cuddle/pat/game is, give him an extra one from me, please!
::bounces up and down on chair and knocks pens onto floor::
This would be the weirdest trial ever:
Judge: Case number XXXXXXXX, Plaintiff v Defendant. Please announce.
Plaintiff: I am plaintiff your honor.
Defendant: I am defendant your honor.
Judge: opening statement, Plaintiff.
Plaintiff: Your honor, we are here today because after intense negotiations, I and the Defendant signed an agreement saying I could touch the breast. After signing, I attempted to touch the breast and the Defendant refused to honor our agreement. I am seeking court costs and the Court to enforce the contract and order the Defendant to let me touch the breast.
Judge: You mean a chicken breast?
Plaintiff: No, her breast, on her chest.
Judge: Are you joking? Please tell me you are joking.
Plaintiff: No your honor, she signed this agreement and I demand you enforce the agreement.
Judge *checking number of minutes until retirement…*: No.
So true, Cassandra. My darling girl left us three years back – she lost weight rapidly, I got her tested and it was a massive cancer on her liver, spreading all around. Nothing we could do except give her palliative treatment, and she only stayed about three weeks after the diagnosis (which was pretty much the timeline our vet said to expect). But I still feel bad that she passed from heart failure: I didn’t recognise its symptoms, only that she was in pain, and she passed with one mighty kick, lying on my lap in the back of my sister’s car as we were taking her to the vet to be euthanased. If I’d known she was entering that phase I’d have sent her Home sooner.
Happier story: this morning Cat 2 ambushed Cat 1 (who’s quite elderly) and gave her a biff across the nose. Cat 1 gave her a couple of good ones back and Cat 2 instantly did the screwed-up-face “Mum! She hit me!” thing. Oy.
I’m glad to hear your kitty is better, Nanasha.
(do you prefer to be called dualityheart now or is Nanasha still ok?)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v382/Oni-Angel/IMG_0323-1.jpg
Neb is chilling on his cushy “throne” at the door. He’s got curiously human-like eyes- when he looks at me, it’s like he knows what i’m thinking. I’m just hoping that we don’t have more sickness issues tonight. *crosses fingers*
@Myoo- I don’t mind either way- when I wanted to update my Gravatar, “Nanasha” was taken (boo).
Nanasha, he’s gorgeous!
Cat stories: bringing people together since the Egyptian empire (possibly earlier).
@KittehServant
It was cancer that got my kitty in the end – after getting the renal failure under control he was doing so well for nearly 3 years, and then boom, cancer. By the time we found it it had already metastasized, so it was too late to do much, and he hated going to the vet so much that I decided not to put him through weekly chemo. Amazingly enough he lasted about 3 months with massively metastasized cancer in all his internal organs, and didn’t seem to be in any pain until the last couple of days. I guess by then I was already an expert kitty nurse. He died at home, in my arms. I second guessed myself about that too, whether I should have taken him in to be put to sleep, but given how much he hated vets I think allowing him to pass at home in my arms where he felt safe rather than at the vet with a catheter in (they insisted they’d have to do that, which is one of the reasons I chose not to go that route) was the right decision.
I miss my kitty. I felt horribly guilty when I had to have her put down last year. And it wasn’t because I thought I had failed her or anything like that. I knew there was nothing I could do for her, I just wanted so badly to be able to explain to her that I was only trying to spare her the pain she was going through, that I could make her understand I was doing my best to do the right thing. I just didn’t want her to hurt anymore.
I’m sorry, kitty. 🙁
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v382/Oni-Angel/IMG_3690.jpg
This is actually a better picture. It’s next to impossible to take a good picture of a black cat. 🙁
Neb is a cutie, and I hope a healthy one now! So lucky you adopted him… It IS hard to take a good picture of a black cat, even a striped black tabby like my Hazel. The light worked for that one, and I like the fact that Buster is there in the background.
<3 So cute, cloudiah! One day, we hope to have a two-cat household, but it's just not fair with the space we have right now.
Those are some super cute kitties.
Hey guys – cats with depression:
http://depressioncat.tumblr.com/
It’s like the cats really understand. 🙂
(Is it ever appropriate to add a smiley to a comment about depression?)
Oh Gawd, these cat passing away stories are killing me. I love my two boys more than I love myself. I don’t know how I will face it when it’s time for them to depart 🙁
Nanasha, I’m late, but I’m really glad to hear that your kitty is OK.