Good thing Catto has you to help brush them all off. And then they can bite you.

Li’l feller this morning

I have no formal medical training and I don’t get paid, but I’ve become pretty damn good at a lot of fairly advanced nursing/RT skills. At least as they apply to the person I care for (and love). My thanks to various ICU personnel whose help prepared me for taking over the whole damn job and doing it for decades. And to my beloved for making it all worthwhile.

Some fucker shot some other innocent creature and left its corpse full of poisonous lead bullets. The gizzard is a muscular pouch where (toothless) birds grind their food against pebbles, or in this case ground a lead pellet.

Perhaps it’s translated from another language. The whole thing seems a little stilted, so maybe.

Ominous. Looks like the ☄️ might miss the 🐇 but take out the 🔭.

It’s a specific procedure for a specific symptom where the disease harmed the olfactory area in particular. COVID can harm a lot of areas in different people and so far nobody has come up with a way to reboot all of them at once. In the meantime, research that focuses on individual areas can mitigate the misery. This surgery will help a significant number of people, giving them the normal safety against poisoning and a source of joy they had been robbed. Might even give them the hope they need not to choose death before other treatments get developed.

My only question, is it 2 cats fighting each other or 1 cat fighting…like a tiny innocuous little white feather or my foot under the sheet?

Doesn’t matter, it’s perfect.

If you washed your balls clean enough, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like being a girl and having to deal with your period continuing while you wash and dry.

That’s fair.

It’s a perfect cat perch, don’t change it. Warm and high with a commanding view of food preparation.

Just be sure not to specify how many fingers, or thumbs, or toes, or that the two shown are opposites L/R. Nor anything about how clown faces are designed.

A quick Google shows it’s not only not just a turn of phrase but it’s an apt pop (RHOA) reference to men refusing women their appropriate agency. Her title is facetious, but here’s a real one:

https://www.everydaysociologyblog.com/2020/07/who-gone-check-me-boo-the-backlash-to-women-and-power.html

This is true. As an old non-techie woman on Lemmy, I miss a lot of them.

However, “Who gon check me, boo?” was comprehensible (and funny) to me even though I have no reference for it. Combined with the rest of the title, especially adding the profile images, her point is abundantly clear. I don’t need to know where it came from to chuckle at it.

Edit: looking it up, it’s very apt! Although I’m still not going to start watching any Real Housewives.

Love Squammy’s camo!

The shadows will never see me coming

Standard Issue Cat, Magnificent Edition

Changing shoes is not going to protect you from bird flu. It’s respiratory like regular flu and COVID and RSV, all of which are why I KN95 up when going indoors around people away from home.

By the time I’m home the only thing left on my shoes is dust from the outside hallway

If you step in dogshit and don’t clean it off immediately you’re an ass. If you spit on the ground you’re also an ass.

My point is that there’s a big difference between coming inside with visually-clean shoes and “bringing piles of dirt and nastiness.” I observed during COVID “lockdown” when I and my husband didn’t leave our apartment at all because of his vulnerability, and there was absolutely no difference in the amount of grime I swept off our floors from the previous weeks. Nor has it increased now that we exit and re-enter. Neither my shoes nor his wheelchair tires are tracking in any measurable amount of additional dirt. What did make a difference was the Palisades Fire. We were on the eastern edge of the Warning Zone, upwind, and evacuated as a precaution, leaving our door and windows shut and HVAC off. We returned to find a thick layer of ash on our balcony and a thin dusting of ash throughout the indoors. So I maintain the outside gets in regardless. If you don’t choose to take off your shoes, wipe your feet.