Yes, when I was young we had an outdoor cat for like 8-10 years. She had litter after litter of kittens (my parents should have gotten her spayed, or course, but it just didn’t happen). One day she didn’t come home, which was unusual for her. So, we went looking for her and called out to her. We eventually gave up for the night. We didn’t see her the next day, and couldn’t find her. A few days later when still looking for her, we spotted her. There were a couple of wooden lots between us and the next neighbor. She was on their porch sitting on their patio furniture. We took her home and gave her love and food. The next day she was gone. She was back at the neighbor’s. We just left her because it was clear she was where she wanted to be. She knew how to get back to my house, but she was already home–it just wasn’t mine. It was sad, but we weren’t going to restrain her. The neighbors didn’t mind. So, she got to retire.

Ugh. We don’t like all the stuff they shoved down our throats with 11. I hate to imagine 13.

Or less, depending on species.

Nah. It’d be like it is on a poorly made video game.

Trump does ceasefires like Michael Gary Scott does bankruptcy.

Yes, they’re working back to plantations.

I thought some bees didn’t have the barb? Certainly honey bees do, but there are many types.

What about Saturdays?

Moving through the grief is different than deciding to take on another pet. You do what you want with your heart, and I’ll do what I want with mine, thanks.

You need to teach me this skill. Any excuse to get frisky with my wife.

Take bites at an angle and don’t get all layers in each bite. Not the most satisfying option, but does allow you to eat a burger as a burger, even when they’re too tall. I’m pretty sure I just unhinge my jaw, though.

Lucky dog!

Hey! Wanna help me move? You can also carry the biggest pieces for furniture to show how superior you are to me! That’ll show me!

Well, he was a… friend to non-binary and very binary folks. So, that’s something.

Exclusion through inclusion. Like the “I’m not prejudice, I hate everyone equally.”

In the movie Caveman (1981, with Ringo Starr and Dennis Quaid), they invent music. That song has been stuck in my head for nearly 40 years.

This reminds me of a song I like called “The Piano that Jack Filled.”

Ligma ______!

No worries, friend. I was just being pedantic in a silly way in an attempt to be humourous.

Proofreading. The spelling was fine.