They’re keeping the layout and “adding more storage”, even though you can easily buy a 1TB SD card for your current Switch. So, in all honesty, it’s just a Switch with a bigger screen. At least on a Steam Deck you can play an order of magnitude more games on it, with -much- better variety.

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Why stop there? I think Lumpi deserves endless chinny rubs, too

That is why banana must die.

Our resident salad muncher would like to say: “Do not ask, friend; demand!”

Yes, Murphy, you are quite cute. Next question?

So shrimp are just sea hot dogs. Got it.

Kika meowing loudly because she “hunted” something

Our 10yo Tabby has done this since the first day I adopted her. We found it so endearing we bought her a stuffed rat that’s almost bigger than her own noggin.

In regards to sleep hygiene, that was arguably the worst decision we’ve ever made.

Still love the rascal to pieces!

Cat tax:

Geographically speaking they’re a pretty spaced-out corporation, so they’re difficult to get ahold of.

I heard the CEO is pretty hot tho…

It was a lot of fun in Act 2 of BG3 for this explicit reason and dealing with the ::: spoiler spoiler Lesser Thorms.

Specifically in the House of Healing, you can subvert Malus’ surgery by convincing him he needs his own ‘procedure’, causing his nurses to rend his body to true death. :::

I’ve never had more fun with a video game.

EDIT: Idk how to properly spoiler markdown my text, so sorry in advance for being an asshole and ruining a good part for others in a great game.

I wasn’t allowed to adopt a pet when I was growing up, my father and legal guardian didn’t like how “dirty and destructive” they were.

As soon as I graduated 12th grade I moved to another town for uni, finally renting my own apartment. I got into a serious relationship and together we felt our home needed more life; a cat. We visited our local humane society and as soon as we entered one room holding at least 15 cats, we knew who to bring home. Our little Chicky climbed my six foot frame like a tree and stood upon my shoulders as if she were a fanged parrot. We as humans go to these shelters thinking “who will I pick”, but instead she picked us.

A few years later, my relationship ended poorly. I was already prone to mental health issues (yay, genetics) but her infidelity along with the pressures of school and work broke me. I tried to take my own life one day. As I was sitting on the bathroom floor and it welled up inside of me I knew I was ready.

In walks this little creature, nary a care about exam deadlines and romantic security. She must’ve known something was happening as she walked over to me and laid in my lap, just staring at me. She saved me that day. Since then, I’ve developed an emotional bond with this little animal that is stronger than anything I’ve felt before.

About two years ago was when life really started to challenge both feline and myself. During a dental check at the vet, they noticed her bad breath and ran a blood test and UA. It was confirmed that afternoon that she had moderate renal disease. It wasn’t end-stage at the time, but for her only being 7 years old at the time it just dug a little deeper into my heart.

She has doubly beaten her vet’s prognosis of one year, but I’m beginning to see the disease whittle her away. She’s skinnier, sleeps deeper, and doesn’t always come when called now. It’s tough seeing something you love so much slowly fade away.

Before her diagnosis, my fiancee and I had lost our other 13 year old cat to SCC quite suddenly. In a span of one week Teah went from jubilant to lethargic and leaving traces of blood in her food. That was the most difficult thing we’ve ever had to endure. It still hurts today.

Just one year ago as well we had to put our good boy pup to rest for liver failure and a heart murmur. He lived a very long life though, so we’re happy he is able to rest now.

You’re not just losing a pet when they pass. You’re losing structure. Compassion. A friend. It’s never easy, especially when they’re taken too soon. Grief is the price we pay for love, so cry as hard as you loved them and understand they’ll be waiting for you on the other side.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” --C.S. Lewis