Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

The reason its so bad is beacuse.....

Animals - Well, they dont have the same emotional reaction to the pain and suffering/end of life. They literally go and go and go until they can absolutely not go any further. All just to please their owners.

Its pure love.

ANd one day it just....stops....

and its so fucking heartbreaking. Perfect creatures.

Cats need not apply here

[BurtReynolds]

Thankfully it's probably a lot worse on us than it is on them, since they never really know death.

[Strat]

Thankfully it's probably a lot worse on us than it is on them, since they never really know death.

That's what they tell us. Although true, does not make it any easier on us.

[Ello Sailor]

I thought Burt's dog had died based on the reactions. Which I learned I am not emotionally ready for.

Keep going, you little (medium-sized) shit. Outlive that prick. You know you can.

[Jorge]

The reason its so bad is beacuse.....

Animals - Well, they dont have the same emotional reaction to the pain and suffering/end of life. They literally go and go and go until they can absolutely not go any further. All just to please their owners.

Its pure love.

ANd one day it just....stops....

and its so fucking heartbreaking. Perfect creatures.

Cats need not apply here

Need not apply to what?

[Strat]

Bammer is a fucking monster

Dime hates jews and Bammer hates cats

WTF

[Ello Sailor]

Damn imagine if Argo was a cat

[Bammer]

The reason its so bad is beacuse.....

Animals - Well, they dont have the same emotional reaction to the pain and suffering/end of life. They literally go and go and go until they can absolutely not go any further. All just to please their owners.

Its pure love.

ANd one day it just....stops....

and its so fucking heartbreaking. Perfect creatures.

Cats need not apply here

Need not apply to what?

The notion that they do everything they do just to please their owner

[Jorge]

Okay that is actually fair

[Rangi Guy]

I was told that the cat we had growing up clawed my eyeball out of love and to make me happy

[Higgs]

Yeah, Tuna, the cat we just had put down, was an absolutely typical cat in that he cared only for himself, in particular his tummy. He was totally food-obsessed and would whinge as loud as he could at the first inkling of a stomache rumble if he thought anyone could hear him. We called him Tupac as one pack of cat food was never enough.

Having said that, he absolutely gave my daughter a lot of love, albeit likely in at least partial trade for the lot of food she gave him. He also never wandered, never fought other cats, and was always, always, always about the house, usually on the lounge. He liked to be around people at all times.

Our other cat though is a smoocher for sure. She has taken to jumping on my lap at every opportunity, and every morning visits my wife in bed for a snuggle up snooze. She definitely does give love.

Cats are weird.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Dogs have owners
Cats have staff

[tommy]

The reason its so bad is beacuse.....

Animals - Well, they dont have the same emotional reaction to the pain and suffering/end of life. They literally go and go and go until they can absolutely not go any further. All just to please their owners.

Its pure love.

ANd one day it just....stops....

and its so fucking heartbreaking. Perfect creatures.

Cats need not apply here

Need not apply to what?

The notion that they do everything they do just to please their owner

That's what makes them great

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

I love cats. They're silly little guys that make me laugh all the time.

Dogs are cool too. Just different. Much more of a time and energy investment. I couldn't take care of one right now

[Peeps]

first time dog owner here

the potty training is a huge pain in the ass and very frustrating at times but i have never owned or been around a cat that gave 1/100th the affection that bogey gives day in and day out. the greetings i get when i get home work are amazing. our walks around the neighbor hood are fun filled and the fact that he follows me to bed and snuggles at my feet and throughout the night works his way up to cuddling my chest when i wake up is more than anything a cat does.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Peeps]

first time dog owner here

the potty training is a huge pain in the ass and very frustrating at times but i have never owned or been around a cat that gave 1/100th the affection that bogey gives day in and day out. the greetings i get when i get home work are amazing. our walks around the neighbor hood are fun filled and the fact that he follows me to bed and snuggles at my feet and throughout the night works his way up to cuddling my chest when i wake up is more than anything a cat does.

Glad for you but my cat does all that stuff too

i have news for you trag, you have a dog in disguise

[spike]

first time dog owner here

the potty training is a huge pain in the ass and very frustrating at times but i have never owned or been around a cat that gave 1/100th the affection that bogey gives day in and day out. the greetings i get when i get home work are amazing. our walks around the neighbor hood are fun filled and the fact that he follows me to bed and snuggles at my feet and throughout the night works his way up to cuddling my chest when i wake up is more than anything a cat does.

Dogs, like children, are lucky they’re cute.