Your comment made me look it up and now I also what the fuck
Mentally ill woman, adult, works for DIDDs (US).
I’m here to help!
Your comment made me look it up and now I also what the fuck
Oh my God!
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I love bitter coffee. And chocolate.
Just because it’s not your cup of tea (or coffee) doesn’t make it bad or wrong.
To add to this;
The first time I played SDV was right after the death of a family member. It provided me with an insane amount of comfort.
Every time I find myself loading it up I look at my life and realize I need the peace. It’s an insanely positive influence in my life.
Because this is Lemmy and we like anecdotes here, I have one for ya.
A couple years ago, during one of my many attempts to get fit, I went for a walk. At some point between my venturing forth and returning home, a wild turkey had come between me and my home.
I think it was female but I have no idea. The point here is, they’re pretty big in person, and I had to decide as I was walking toward it… if the turkey didn’t move? What if it charged me? What if it was aggressive, like a goose? I was stunned how unprepared I was to deal with this wild animal that I had apparently been living near for most of my life.
Anyways, long story short, I decided I could take a turkey in a fight. The turkey seemed to know that I had come to that decision, because as soon as I prepared myself to kick a turkey, it got out of my way.
The lesson here is, turkeys read minds, and as soon as you’re sure you can defeat the turkey, it will allow you to proceed unmolested.*
*Just my opinion. Don’t sue me if you lose a fight against a turkey. Also, if you lose a fight against a turkey, that just proves you didn’t believe in yourself hard enough.
Agree to disagree. Thought it was a cute comment.
As my (comes 100% of the time when called) cat gets older, I suspect the amount of energy he’s willing to expend when I call will change his willingness to do so, and I’m prepared for and even welcoming of that day.
“I would like to pet you” does not necessarily override his comfort once he’s old enough that coming running might make his bones ache or interrupt a particularly nice nap.
I do have a little song I sing when he’s “missing” and I’m worried, which I trained him to come to (with wet food) when he was a teensy kitty and I would worry he had gotten lost in my home or wedged under furniture. I do it every once in a while as an “emergency” song, and I give him all the treats and affection and play fetch when he answers that one.
For your entertainment reader, the lyrics, which are nonsense (first thought up in a panic):
“I wish I had my kitty man,
So I could pet my kitty man!
And if I had a kitty man,
Then I would pet that kitty man!”
He usually arrives during the beginning of the third line.
This was also helpful the one time I accidentally shut him in a closet. I guess he got shut in and just decided that was a cue for a nap, but once I started singing he started howling and pawing loudly at the door.
In public places, my late father had assigned a specific short whistle tune to each child to identify our location (he’d whistle and each of us would answer via specific tune in turn). It also worked as a “distress” or “attention needed” sound if we did it without prompting.
Thank you for reminding me of that!
This was a fantastic story. I imagined you saying, “Well, come on then,” with begrudging, exasperated affection. 10/10 comment.
To add on to other’s stories- my cat will come and hop into my lap 100% of the times I call him, even on another floor, and I didn’t even train him to do this, he just really likes my lap.
Sometimes he does cute stretches on the way to me, or makes mrrps and other sounds to tell me he’s coming (and I assume ask if there might be treats, because one time he mrrp’d and I somehow remembered that there were treats that exact moment like two years ago) but yeah. Cats can come when you call them.
I have patiently explained to my cat that he is kept inside not for his safety, but because he is an amazing, large, fast, intelligent, talented murder machine and I can’t let him destroy all the birds and lizards and, of course, the other cats in the neighborhood. He seems to appreciate the flattery.
I used to drink a lot of juice of Sappho when I was a younger woman and it never left a stain.
Thanks for pointing it out, too. I almost missed out on an awesome username.
'Tis a silly place.
The cable kit design.
Thank you so much for sharing this. For a second I got to see through your eyes and enjoy the joy wonder of the unexpected discovery, and it was delightful and surprising. Don’t let anyone make you feel stupid. Thanks for the reminder that we can always see something new!
He’s crepuscular!