It'd be nice to live in a world where musicians, actors, and our other assorted celebrity type professionals, simply did their jobs then went home and people paid them no more mind than they would towards a teacher, plumber or a cashier for example.

 

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I'm really sorry for your loss, bloke. I've got 7 cats and a dog. I cannot live without animals. They give you peace and comfort. Unlike people.

I suppose you got another cat? Once you're hooked it's hard to break the habit. The flat just feels too empty.

 

For A Million Dollars I Would Sell you My Step Mother

 

I shit you not, my cat likes to walk up to the little hole between my ass crack and toilet seat and park his nose in there for a couple of whiffs while I shit me lot.

I laughed so hard I coughed and farted at the same time because he came in through the little crack in the door sniffing like I was baking warm apple pie in there and it smelled so good that he followed his little sniff trail to it's source where curiosity billed the cat.

 

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But the cat wasn't so lucky

 

what if you have 1 million and youre still not famous

 

Finally write a number 1 hit and earn a million.

 

I sold Meowky my privacy for nil, he should at least pretend to feel lucky. "Enter stupid contests, win stupid prizes" he said.

My cat is the positive type that doesn't see his life as a series of failures, more that he found thousands of ways that haven't worked out for him yet but he's still hopeful.

Then you are 50% Daft Punk.

 

thanks man, i appreciate it. i'm the same, my cats are my kids and cant do without them.

i adopted 2 that were 4 weeks old 17,5 years ago and a 3rd that i adopted 10 years ago who was 9 months when i got him. 11 november 2019 the youngest died from acute kidney failure, it started during the weekend and even though i fought like hell to help him survive his body was failing and i had to put him to sleep monday morning, i held him in my arms so he would atleast feel safe in that unknown place at the vet before he went to sleep. for the final goodbye i wanted to carry him to the crematorium and lay him down at the oven myself which to me feels like something i have to do out of respect for him.

2 weeks later one of the other 2 had a cerebral infarction at 5 am in the morning, i heard her make noises that were completely different from her normal sounds and she was as if half asleep somehow. so again at 8 am rushing to the vet with her, he examined her and told me she had gone blind and probably had a cerebral infarction but also that she would recover from that, he gave her some shots and slowly she started to change back to the feisty cat i knew for over 15 years then. from that moment on i was at the vet every 2 weeks for 5 months, they never had a thing wrong with them before that.

11 december i adopted a rescue that came from greece who was 5 months old, the woman i got him from didnt tell me he hadnt been in quarantine for 2 weeks when he got here and unfortunately he he brought something with him and infected my other 2, laryngitis the vet told me, and there i went back home with antibiotics for 3 cats. 4 months later blondie, the female of the 2 passed away, 10 days before she would turn 16. i found her when i had just made an appointment at the vet to have her checked out again because she seemed to be a bit wobbly on her feet the night before. and because of the fucking pandemic i wasnt able to have my final goodbye with her and wasnt allowed to carry her to the oven for cremation, i only got a time when i could pick up her ashes.

3 weeks ago the new kitten, by then 2 years old, seemed a bit sick. with a fire in my house a about 6 months ago and the restoration of my house following that, his big brother and him had to recover a bit from all the chaos and he always was a bit skinny and had diarrhea regularly, i tried everything the vet told me and he also told me that it might be something we had to accept and live with. when i took him to the vet 3 weeks ago because i felt like he was a bit sick they told me he wasnt getting enough nutrions in his body and had teeth problems, they gave him a painkiller and some special recovery food to get his strength back up and he loved it, munchin down on it right away. i had enough for him and his big brother, 2 cans a day, 1 for each. but he didnt seemed to get better and thursday i had to bring him in again because he had trouble peeing and seemed to be getting worse, friday they tested his urine and turned out he had a a bladder infection. then the vet told me the thing i was already fearing, that he might not recover.

that evening he stopped eating and i had to force feed him every hour. from that moment he started to go downhill even faster but i was adviced to wait for the antibiotics to start working that i got for him. from that friday evening i didnt sleep and fought hard to help him recover but somewhere saturday night something happened and i could hear he was in pain, called the emergency vet and was still adviced to wait for the antibiotics to do their work which should've been by sunday afternoon. but they never started working, his intestines werent absorbing anything anymore and sunday afternoon i had to make the hard decision to take him to the vet for the last time. my mom drove with me and him in the back, tried my best to comfort him on the way over there and at the vet, a place he and i had never been before, i was told what i feared, the fight was lost. i took him in my arms and cuddled him in that unknown place we had never been before and that is when he went to sleep for the last time. that little guy who was so full of life and love and cuddles was no more. he really was a special one, he even got his grumpy older brother, who never cuddled with other cats in the 17 years that i have him, to cuddle with him and wash him. i sat there for half an hour still cuddling him, it had gone so fast but atleast he wasnt in pain anymore.
i sent a message to the woman i got him from with the sad news and she felt so sorry for him and me and offered to cover part of the all the costs, i'm sure she knew something wasnt right with him when i got him but hoped it would just be a thing he would grow out of.

it fuckin sucks and puck and i have been mourning ever since. puck is 17,5 now and i really hope i dont have to say goodbye to him anytime soon.

how was he even comfortable sleeping like that when i went to bed at night

clearly wondering why i was disturbing them eating

i was amazed when i saw this, puck accepting cuddles from another cat was something i would have never believed

apparently i was dirty and needed a wash. life is rarely fair but atleast he got all the love he deserved in his short life.

 

The opposite of a boring life is an interesting life?
There is a saying: May you live in interesting times!

At first, one thinks it's a blessing but it is actually a (chinese?) curse that you can put on your worst enemy.

I know some rich (multi-million $) people personally. And none of them is really happy, because money/fame in itself has no value, and the really important things can't be boght. You can almost say: Happiness flees from money/fame.
I think there are very, very few people who are rich/famous and really happy at the same time.

So it's better to think twice before one wishes to be rich and/or famous. It may be a bad decision.

 

Never in my life time, I don't even have facebook

 

for sure but for a limited time.

 

Thank you for sharing, your story is one of the most honest, heartfelt and touching things I've read in a long time. And thank you for reminding me of the simplicity of genuine warmth and kindness.

 

thank you for reading it, i never really was a good writer until i lost indie, my then youngest, i'll pm you the message i wrote on my facebook for my kitten when he had just passed away

 

I would sell my privacy for a shitty plugin I'd never use..wait a minute..I already have.

 

Against half of your offer you will have the answer