in our second year of dating, my boyfriend found a tiny kitten that had somehow snuck into his basement. the little creature was terrified, and thus was lured into a looney tunes-esque trap: a standard file box topped with a skyline chili can, propped with a ballpoint pen tied to a string.
itβs been two and a half years and itβs safe to say that he is now our friend π₯²
My girlfriend adopted a kitten around when we started dating and itβs been so fun raising him with her. Now 3 years later we are all laying in bed together as a family. His name is Xerces. Life Is Good.
the sheer amount of snuggles, silliness, meows, play, purrs, and chicken pate in my home has grown by massive amounts to the betterment of my quality of life
(his name is goblin and he is a beautiful boy!
today I was finishing up my lunch and a massive protest walked by the building i was in. I still had a bunch time left on my break, so I joined them for about 4 or 5 blocks before I headed back to work - no sign, no garb, just showing up with my body. it was really beautiful and i wish I could have stayed longer.
looking up at the buildings and seeing all the other office workers watching the march from their windows is a weird reverse spectacle to me - as a salaried young professional myself it was like looking in a mirror and in a prison at the same time.
