1,000%. I’d SO much rather be texted…unless I know you, and why (and when!) you are calling!
Just not a group text. I can’t stand group texts…
There’s (serious) humor in this findchaffy cartoon. . .at least for the introverts of the group. INFJ, anyone?
Do you suppose they dress up in all this Samurai garb just to fight the seen – and sworn – enemy that is the “red dot”. . .?
Wouldn’t it be easier to just lunge after it, minus the ceremonial paraphernalia? (Or is the seek-and-destruction of said dot elevated to whole other level of badassery when they WEAR the armor?)
I feel like if my two could talk – Musashi in particular – I’d be at the receiving end of an angry stare and an “IDIOT HUMAN! You know NOTHING!”
I always secretly wished nutritional labels had this. . .and honestly, I’m kind of felling better that I’m not alone!
It goes without saying that cats are particular…pretty much in every regard. They are incredibly discerning when it comes to food, for one thing.
Oh yes, as babies they ate their broccoli and snap peas – but nowadays its “no, no thank you. Call me when you have shrimp!”
We don’t even have to unwrap the seafood – the mere hint of fishy fragrance and I’m suddenly swarmed by furry black beasts. God forbid they grab a hold, it’s growl central… (Not that I can blame them – my husband makes a mean stirfry!)
I guess I can’t really complain, though – my boys’ nutrition is top-notch! They care about portions (that’s by default – Keku would gladly wolf down a blue whale, provided it smelled remotely edible.)
They also eat clean (also a function of mum, but a girl has to make sure her boys are fit and healthy so they can frolic to their hearts’ content without issue!) They love protein – egg whites, chicken, and shrimp are favorites – just like, you guessed it… Mum. ❤ Way to go, boys!
The only real trouble with it is that I go to sit down in my chair and there’s a cat in it, thinking it’s his seat for dinner…