That sucks, grumpycat. HBCs (that’s vet shorthand for “hit-by-car”) are almost always heartbreaking.
Speaking of cats, I found a video of a cat saving her tiny human from a dog attack. The video does show the (brief and ultimately minor) attack, so be warned. I’m linking to Jezebel rather than embedding the video, because this thread is bonus lulz (and also because I don’t know which segment of the video will show if I embed it).
@ kittehs that is a lovely picture! I never thought about how a simple thing like a snapshot of a loved one can be such a luxury.
My oldest son turned eleven yesterday. It seems so unreal to me that he’s so big! He’s becoming such a sweet young man and I am so proud of him.
@ Ally As a mother, your stories make my heart ache! I just can’t imagine how any parent wouldn’t feel blessed by you. You are a kind, intelligent person who deserves to have people around you that see those things about you and advocate for you. Sending all the hugs and we’ll-wishes that you want and can use your way. I always read your posts and wish there was more I could do for you!
Lea
10 years ago
I love that video of the cat saving the kid. (WTF got into that dog? ARGH!)
People don’t believe that cats protect their humans, but they do.
When I was still doing dog fostering, we sometimes called our cats “The Regulators”. They had rules.
No going in the baby’s room, ever. If the dog crossed the threshold to her room, the boys (my cats) would come growling, spitting and clawing at the dog.
No fighting or overly loud rough housing in the house. Start a scuffle and the cats will finish it. The poor dogs. I had to pull a claw out of one’s nose with a pair of pliers once.
It was eerie to hear the kitty growls coming from different parts of the house, warning the dogs to stifle, or else. I’ve even seen one drive the dog to where the other was crouched to spring. It was like something off of Wild Kingdom. They could put the hurt on, too. My husband and I still have scars from getting between the cats and a dog who got on their bad side.
Now one of the boys is gone and the other is 15 with no front claws. He’s still the regulator. Here he is curled up with two of our pups.
Apparently it was a neighbor’s dog, so my guess is that it thought the kid was in its territory. Add in the fact that both kids and bikes can freak out dogs who aren’t familiar with them…nevertheless, the dog should have been better trained.
Thanks. Fortunately, things are getting better for me. My mom, my siblings, and my step-dad are all okay with my plans to move away, so that’s a huge relief for me.
grumpycatisagirl
10 years ago
Thank you, Ally and emilygoddess.
I’ve actually mentioned it here before, but my cat once hissed away a man who was peering into my bedroom window at 2 am. Saving me from God knows what.
I can’t link to your photo – I just get stupid Google telling me to upgrade to Google +. Grrrr.
Oh, and I’m reading Pandagon and now I have “Wouldn’t it be loverly” playing in my head, thankyouverymuch.
amybethwp – thank you! I’d never thought of it as a luxury either, but you know, you’re right!
Probably just as well I can’t take snaps of Mr K. I’d be doing it all the time and even his patience might wear thin. 😛
yazikus
10 years ago
Hello all! I have a super important question: what am I going to call the commentariat when I think about you all in my head? Surely manboobzers is no longer appropriate! Are you my fellow Mammoth Hunters? Has this already been discussed (I’ve been busy of late).
Good, I’m glad zie is doing well. We share an interest in fishkeeping! I haven’t been on much either, with my new undertaking of being a full time student and working and us tax season. Pretty much I haven’t been able to read comments since Decemberish! I am not even up to date on who the resident trolls are.
The trolls are still drive-bys. We had one visit from the fake Frenchman, but that’s all.
Let’s see, December – did you see Mikey of “you’re all SPINSTERS” fame? He was the only one who hung around for a while and provided a few lulz along the way.
yazikus
10 years ago
I don’t think I did! But duh, of course we are all spinsters (firstly we are all ladies), and of course we all live alone with our legions of cats. I’m surprised he didn’t stick around, I’m sure all of the spinsters made him feel welcome in our matriarchal feline republic?
So, I went on a date with a dude last October. He seemed okay and said he actually only wanted to be friends and wasn’t looking for casual sex, so far be it from me to turn down a possible friendship with someone who seems okay. We add each other to facebook, exchange numbers, talk now and then, fine.
Fastforward to December, and he’s changed his mind about the casual sex thing. Hey, it happens. He wants to fool around a bit, and I’m always up for some fun. Well, my first sign was that he kept thanking me via text for letting him come over. Now, he’d mentioned wanting me to greet him at the door in some lingerie, but I can’t actually do that since pressing the buzz code on my phone doesn’t work and I have to go down to the lobby to let people in. On his way this guy suggests waiting in my bathroom while I get changed for him. This kinda struck me as entitled, and I didn’t actually agree to it. He gets there, we go up to my apartment and he promptly heads for my bathroom, telling me to text him details. I tell him that feels way too awkward, but he goes into my bathroom, and I get changed.
He comes out and cue incredibly awkward fooling around, wherein he fumbles around my breasts like he’s trying to find something in the dark. He doesn’t spank my ass, so much as make zombie arm movement that collide with my ass. I go down on him, and…ew. Sour. He stops me at one point, takes my hand and puts it on his dick and demonstrates the motion he wants, all without saying anything. This goes back and forth for a bit, then he grabs my breasts from behind and starts fucking kneading them. Actual words, “Ow! Those are not stress balls, dude”.
And back to the awkward blow job/hand job back and forth until he asks, “Do you want me to come?” A little background: he had previously mentioned that he has difficulty achieving orgasm, and claimed one woman he’d been with had been insulted by that. He was not the first man I’d known to have difficulty achieving orgasms. I also had an ex who would get way over-focused on giving me orgasms, and that took away from the fun of it. So I say to this guy, “Well, you know, no pressure or anything; it’s not necessary”. Well, he then says, “Well that doesn’t help!” and proceeded to tell me he expected encouragement, and why couldn’t I dirty-talk, yada yada. And I can’t dirty-talk while under pressure; it’s just way too awkward. So I’m not liking the hostility and try to diffuse it with humour. I tell him, “You can do it! I have faith!” This just makes him more angry, and he says, “REALLY not helping!” Now, I’m starting to feel a little upset, so he cuts it out a bit.
He does eventually come, and then proceeds to vent about all the people who’d done him wrong, including a female friend of his who called him a “meanie pants” for not visiting her while he happened to be in her city. I listened because that’s what I do, but when he wanted my opinion of his breakup with his last girlfriend, I simply had to say, “I don’t know her or her side of the story, so I can’t make a judgment”. He agreed…somewhat. The most responsibility he was willing to accept was that he’d made jokes about her being fat. At one point he reiterates that he’s not looking for a relationship, and I tell him we wouldn’t be compatible anyway. Regarding casual sex involving PIV, he says, “If we did that, it would have to be just you and me because I don’t want to get anything”, to which I say, “Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me”, because fucked if I’m going to have an exclusive sexual relationship with someone who’s shit at sex and is incompatible serious-relationship-wise.
So months later, this guy wants to hang out. About two weeks later, this guy fucking CALLS me at 12am, knowing I work full-time. He’s horny, and wants to talk to me while getting himself off. I point out that it is 12am, and he declares that I can at least help him finish. So I put the phone on speaker, set it on my coffee table, and endure his awkward moans till he hangs up. He then immediately apologizes on facebook because the concept of “I need to sleep” is lost on him.
Over the next few months, I try for a slow fade. Suddenly, this guy starts telling me he was rethinking his stance on having a serious relationship and that I made his preference change (I’m skinny; he preferred fat) with my boobs. I avoid him for a while and then state again that we’re not compatible.
Then just a few days ago, he starts going on about how he’s changed, and he’s better at sex, and he likes skinny women (he kept fucking focusing on that; seriously, dude, I never gave a shit about that; that wasn’t what made you an asshole!), and my boobs are awesome (JFC), and we should hang out again. He tells me he wants to go down on me, that I really satisfied him when we’d last seen each other, that he owed it to me. Well, I tell him people don’t change that quickly, and he actually acts like a few months is a really long time.
Now, it’s 1 in the morning at this point, and I’m talking to my friend about not-him, and my replies aren’t fast enough for this fucker. He threatens to call me, I tell him (AGAIN!) that I have work the next day, he retorts that I’m still up, I remind him that’s partly because he won’t stop talking to me, and he insists he just wants me to see how much he’s changed. I tell him he reminds me of my ex and that I don’t want a relationship like that again, but he harps on. At this point, I stop replying and he assumes I fell asleep.
Next morning he apologizes, but I don’t respond. So last night at 10:30? FUCKING CALLS ME. I don’t answer, as I’m on my way to get pizza anyway, but then he texts me to tell me he called. Dude, if I see your text, I noticed your call. I CHOSE not to answer. I get home and he messages me on facebook to tell me called and wasn’t sure if I’d gotten it.
Just…fucking…yeah, you’ve changed so much that you CONTINUE TO CALL ME LATE AT NIGHT WHEN YOU KNOW I WORK FULL TIME AND I’VE ALREADY TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING DO IT!!! Self-entitled, negative, irresponsible, selfish, insecure piece of shit, I will never be your girlfriend, I don’t want any part of you anywhere near my vag, and I pity the next woman who finds herself unfortunate enough to end up in your presence. Sour dick.
/rant
Viscaria
10 years ago
Ugh, Alex, that’s awful. I really hope he gives up and leaves you alone :-/…
I don’t think I did! But duh, of course we are all spinsters (firstly we are all ladies), and of course we all live alone with our legions of cats. I’m surprised he didn’t stick around, I’m sure all of the spinsters made him feel welcome in our matriarchal feline republic?
Oh, but he was a sexy sexy LAWYER who lived DIRECTLY ON THE BEACH and had a fondness for typing in all caps, and we’re all old and raddled and everything ‘cos we’re over thirty, or twenty-five, or whatever the cut-off age was for him.
I think David did a post on the dude eventually.
Can’t be MRAs- they identified the animal correctly.
True! 😀
katz – great news!
I was just up at the vet (more pills for Fribs, ouch) and one of the nurses showed me a clip of a kitty she’s fostering. Kitty looks just like Katie, but with white socks and I am SOOOOOO WANTING to adopt another cat. But it’s just not on the cards: apart from the money situation, Mum doesn’t want another cat.
Sigh.
Oh, vet nurse said her foster kitty hates dogs with a passion. I got as far as asking “Did you see that video” and she nodded and said that would be this cat, totally.
Alex – fucking hell, what a douchebag. I’d say “block him everywhere” but I’d be worried he’d start turning up at your house.
We Hunted The Mammoth
Thank you, kittehserf.
Stupid cars.
That sucks, grumpycat. HBCs (that’s vet shorthand for “hit-by-car”) are almost always heartbreaking.
Speaking of cats, I found a video of a cat saving her tiny human from a dog attack. The video does show the (brief and ultimately minor) attack, so be warned. I’m linking to Jezebel rather than embedding the video, because this thread is bonus lulz (and also because I don’t know which segment of the video will show if I embed it).
Wow, that cat!
Did you see the stitches the child had? That attack would have been really serious if the cat hadn’t intervened.
I love the OKC dog pic in the thread – “Things I’m really good at: being put in the Man’s Best Friend Zone.”
I finally found a stock shot of a couple playing chess that I could use – I’ve been looking for one, on and off, for a long time.
Here’s the results from three hours’ work.
@ kittehs that is a lovely picture! I never thought about how a simple thing like a snapshot of a loved one can be such a luxury.
My oldest son turned eleven yesterday. It seems so unreal to me that he’s so big! He’s becoming such a sweet young man and I am so proud of him.
@ Ally As a mother, your stories make my heart ache! I just can’t imagine how any parent wouldn’t feel blessed by you. You are a kind, intelligent person who deserves to have people around you that see those things about you and advocate for you. Sending all the hugs and we’ll-wishes that you want and can use your way. I always read your posts and wish there was more I could do for you!
I love that video of the cat saving the kid. (WTF got into that dog? ARGH!)
People don’t believe that cats protect their humans, but they do.
When I was still doing dog fostering, we sometimes called our cats “The Regulators”. They had rules.
No going in the baby’s room, ever. If the dog crossed the threshold to her room, the boys (my cats) would come growling, spitting and clawing at the dog.
No fighting or overly loud rough housing in the house. Start a scuffle and the cats will finish it. The poor dogs. I had to pull a claw out of one’s nose with a pair of pliers once.
It was eerie to hear the kitty growls coming from different parts of the house, warning the dogs to stifle, or else. I’ve even seen one drive the dog to where the other was crouched to spring. It was like something off of Wild Kingdom. They could put the hurt on, too. My husband and I still have scars from getting between the cats and a dog who got on their bad side.
Now one of the boys is gone and the other is 15 with no front claws. He’s still the regulator. Here he is curled up with two of our pups.
https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/yourphotos?pid=5730532253485448834&oid=110157130877411681875
Apparently it was a neighbor’s dog, so my guess is that it thought the kid was in its territory. Add in the fact that both kids and bikes can freak out dogs who aren’t familiar with them…nevertheless, the dog should have been better trained.
@grumpycatisagirl
:: offers hugs ::
@amybethwp
Thanks. Fortunately, things are getting better for me. My mom, my siblings, and my step-dad are all okay with my plans to move away, so that’s a huge relief for me.
Thank you, Ally and emilygoddess.
I’ve actually mentioned it here before, but my cat once hissed away a man who was peering into my bedroom window at 2 am. Saving me from God knows what.
Lea, your kitties sound amazing!
I can’t link to your photo – I just get stupid Google telling me to upgrade to Google +. Grrrr.
Oh, and I’m reading Pandagon and now I have “Wouldn’t it be loverly” playing in my head, thankyouverymuch.
amybethwp – thank you! I’d never thought of it as a luxury either, but you know, you’re right!
Probably just as well I can’t take snaps of Mr K. I’d be doing it all the time and even his patience might wear thin. 😛
Hello all! I have a super important question: what am I going to call the commentariat when I think about you all in my head? Surely manboobzers is no longer appropriate! Are you my fellow Mammoth Hunters? Has this already been discussed (I’ve been busy of late).
We seem to be going with Mammotheers.
There was talk of whether furry ears would be available. I haven’t heard more about that, but for dog owners, there’s this costume!
For kitties, a simpler version:
http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv311/Harricot/Andy4/mammoth4.jpg
Sign me up for one! (I have dogs & cats). I mean sign me up for four! I have fish too, has Argenti come up with a fish version perhaps?
LOL what a cool idea!
Argenti hasn’t been on site for a while now – Pecunium says zie’s fine, just really busy with other stuff.
I just found a pic of some early MRA scientist dudebros.
http://bealbio.wikispaces.com/file/view/FarSideMicroscope.gif/176865465/244×316/FarSideMicroscope.gif
Good, I’m glad zie is doing well. We share an interest in fishkeeping! I haven’t been on much either, with my new undertaking of being a full time student and working and us tax season. Pretty much I haven’t been able to read comments since Decemberish! I am not even up to date on who the resident trolls are.
How could I forget Far Side mammoth gems like Gak Eisenberg?
Or these:
http://www.geocities.ws/marathon13man/fs_lasso_mammoth.jpg
http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/68/74/41/68744111f1a7b01468b40de34541a69f.jpg
The trolls are still drive-bys. We had one visit from the fake Frenchman, but that’s all.
Let’s see, December – did you see Mikey of “you’re all SPINSTERS” fame? He was the only one who hung around for a while and provided a few lulz along the way.
I don’t think I did! But duh, of course we are all spinsters (firstly we are all ladies), and of course we all live alone with our legions of cats. I’m surprised he didn’t stick around, I’m sure all of the spinsters made him feel welcome in our matriarchal feline republic?
Can’t be MRAs- they identified the animal correctly.
Psst, all the kitties from my latest litter have been adopted 🙂
Last one went to a home with a French bulldog puppy and it is the cutest thing ever.
Looong Rant Time! TMI Warning.
So, I went on a date with a dude last October. He seemed okay and said he actually only wanted to be friends and wasn’t looking for casual sex, so far be it from me to turn down a possible friendship with someone who seems okay. We add each other to facebook, exchange numbers, talk now and then, fine.
Fastforward to December, and he’s changed his mind about the casual sex thing. Hey, it happens. He wants to fool around a bit, and I’m always up for some fun. Well, my first sign was that he kept thanking me via text for letting him come over. Now, he’d mentioned wanting me to greet him at the door in some lingerie, but I can’t actually do that since pressing the buzz code on my phone doesn’t work and I have to go down to the lobby to let people in. On his way this guy suggests waiting in my bathroom while I get changed for him. This kinda struck me as entitled, and I didn’t actually agree to it. He gets there, we go up to my apartment and he promptly heads for my bathroom, telling me to text him details. I tell him that feels way too awkward, but he goes into my bathroom, and I get changed.
He comes out and cue incredibly awkward fooling around, wherein he fumbles around my breasts like he’s trying to find something in the dark. He doesn’t spank my ass, so much as make zombie arm movement that collide with my ass. I go down on him, and…ew. Sour. He stops me at one point, takes my hand and puts it on his dick and demonstrates the motion he wants, all without saying anything. This goes back and forth for a bit, then he grabs my breasts from behind and starts fucking kneading them. Actual words, “Ow! Those are not stress balls, dude”.
And back to the awkward blow job/hand job back and forth until he asks, “Do you want me to come?” A little background: he had previously mentioned that he has difficulty achieving orgasm, and claimed one woman he’d been with had been insulted by that. He was not the first man I’d known to have difficulty achieving orgasms. I also had an ex who would get way over-focused on giving me orgasms, and that took away from the fun of it. So I say to this guy, “Well, you know, no pressure or anything; it’s not necessary”. Well, he then says, “Well that doesn’t help!” and proceeded to tell me he expected encouragement, and why couldn’t I dirty-talk, yada yada. And I can’t dirty-talk while under pressure; it’s just way too awkward. So I’m not liking the hostility and try to diffuse it with humour. I tell him, “You can do it! I have faith!” This just makes him more angry, and he says, “REALLY not helping!” Now, I’m starting to feel a little upset, so he cuts it out a bit.
He does eventually come, and then proceeds to vent about all the people who’d done him wrong, including a female friend of his who called him a “meanie pants” for not visiting her while he happened to be in her city. I listened because that’s what I do, but when he wanted my opinion of his breakup with his last girlfriend, I simply had to say, “I don’t know her or her side of the story, so I can’t make a judgment”. He agreed…somewhat. The most responsibility he was willing to accept was that he’d made jokes about her being fat. At one point he reiterates that he’s not looking for a relationship, and I tell him we wouldn’t be compatible anyway. Regarding casual sex involving PIV, he says, “If we did that, it would have to be just you and me because I don’t want to get anything”, to which I say, “Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me”, because fucked if I’m going to have an exclusive sexual relationship with someone who’s shit at sex and is incompatible serious-relationship-wise.
So months later, this guy wants to hang out. About two weeks later, this guy fucking CALLS me at 12am, knowing I work full-time. He’s horny, and wants to talk to me while getting himself off. I point out that it is 12am, and he declares that I can at least help him finish. So I put the phone on speaker, set it on my coffee table, and endure his awkward moans till he hangs up. He then immediately apologizes on facebook because the concept of “I need to sleep” is lost on him.
Over the next few months, I try for a slow fade. Suddenly, this guy starts telling me he was rethinking his stance on having a serious relationship and that I made his preference change (I’m skinny; he preferred fat) with my boobs. I avoid him for a while and then state again that we’re not compatible.
Then just a few days ago, he starts going on about how he’s changed, and he’s better at sex, and he likes skinny women (he kept fucking focusing on that; seriously, dude, I never gave a shit about that; that wasn’t what made you an asshole!), and my boobs are awesome (JFC), and we should hang out again. He tells me he wants to go down on me, that I really satisfied him when we’d last seen each other, that he owed it to me. Well, I tell him people don’t change that quickly, and he actually acts like a few months is a really long time.
Now, it’s 1 in the morning at this point, and I’m talking to my friend about not-him, and my replies aren’t fast enough for this fucker. He threatens to call me, I tell him (AGAIN!) that I have work the next day, he retorts that I’m still up, I remind him that’s partly because he won’t stop talking to me, and he insists he just wants me to see how much he’s changed. I tell him he reminds me of my ex and that I don’t want a relationship like that again, but he harps on. At this point, I stop replying and he assumes I fell asleep.
Next morning he apologizes, but I don’t respond. So last night at 10:30? FUCKING CALLS ME. I don’t answer, as I’m on my way to get pizza anyway, but then he texts me to tell me he called. Dude, if I see your text, I noticed your call. I CHOSE not to answer. I get home and he messages me on facebook to tell me called and wasn’t sure if I’d gotten it.
Just…fucking…yeah, you’ve changed so much that you CONTINUE TO CALL ME LATE AT NIGHT WHEN YOU KNOW I WORK FULL TIME AND I’VE ALREADY TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING DO IT!!! Self-entitled, negative, irresponsible, selfish, insecure piece of shit, I will never be your girlfriend, I don’t want any part of you anywhere near my vag, and I pity the next woman who finds herself unfortunate enough to end up in your presence. Sour dick.
/rant
Ugh, Alex, that’s awful. I really hope he gives up and leaves you alone :-/…
Oh, but he was a sexy sexy LAWYER who lived DIRECTLY ON THE BEACH and had a fondness for typing in all caps, and we’re all old and raddled and everything ‘cos we’re over thirty, or twenty-five, or whatever the cut-off age was for him.
I think David did a post on the dude eventually.
True! 😀
katz – great news!
I was just up at the vet (more pills for Fribs, ouch) and one of the nurses showed me a clip of a kitty she’s fostering. Kitty looks just like Katie, but with white socks and I am SOOOOOO WANTING to adopt another cat. But it’s just not on the cards: apart from the money situation, Mum doesn’t want another cat.
Sigh.
Oh, vet nurse said her foster kitty hates dogs with a passion. I got as far as asking “Did you see that video” and she nodded and said that would be this cat, totally.
Alex – fucking hell, what a douchebag. I’d say “block him everywhere” but I’d be worried he’d start turning up at your house.