Durelleth👩‍💻, Salem🐈‍⬛, 🌈Bailey🐈, 🌈Charlie🐈

Had.

Zackly! Dis ridickulus!

Like dis? She laff an we be kittehs togever.

Tanx Excellency!

Imb noe! Hoom needing almost no trainings who love de me fer de cat i am. Is pretty grate.

Nice beans!

Imb fink so. Imb try to onlee do a touch de bags. So many jump funs!

Den iz can do a sneak. 😺 Imb nebber noeink dere wuz churu fore meow. Dey so gud!

An excited tuxedo kitty crouches inside a paper bag looking out at a yellow box and 9 other bags wondering what to do next.

And den… delibry!! So menny bags!!

Hey Prince!

Rollie have won the war. Sound liek he has treaty now, silly boy. Under bed are belonging to the him.

Tuxedo cat on a gray couch relaxing on his side, showing off beans and manicure (back feet a hard no). There is a banana phone behind him. He may phone a friend about churus sometime. He just had his first one ever.

Momb gived me an churu. Imb decide dey delishusness. Den imb letted the her trims mine nails. We rassled and had fun firs, so had a hungry. Imb luv #caturday #hedgewatch #plundercats

Fanks. Dey kinda tickly doh.

Mussed.

Momb missed mine fur! Imb gonna rassle the her apter baff. Salem

Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! Screamcrylaughsquee spinsincircles !!!! So happy!!!!!!

Thought so, but wasn’t sure. Thanks for adding that.

Absolutely. In the US, call or text 988. You are not alone and it can get so much better.

He nebber had feckshuns or anyfing wrong. Just pee ebryware.

Still at work. Bath later.

Dis more bedder. Imb hopes the yuose feelings bedder sun. Sick sux.

We closed us and the kids on the patient room end of the unit and let him rock on the other end by himself. Then security and meds. Then I comfort “Jeff” while waiting for bully boy to go to bed.

Defect ov lap. Hooms donut maek dem rite, den on floor. Gib Samb moer praktiss.

Charlie had idiopathic bladder stuff. If I stressed him out, he’d pee on everything I loved. Like the bed.

A large irregularly shaped hole, the center made by a kick, then large chunks were pulled out to throw and/or hit things, resulting in a right angle on the right, in the eggshell colored wall of an adolescent behavioral health unit. Why? Because our outdoor area is covered in nice and “Jeff” couldn’t go outside. This went on for an hour.

Tonight I was on a sit. Meet “Jeff.” A kid was ripping him to bits and throwing him everywhere. Loudly. My husband says his name should be Jesus. Maybe the hole-y-ness. (Details in alt)

Thanks. Also why deaths hit so hard for so long.

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The clutter is getting removed soon. Then I can get my routines that help back. Vacation/staycation in 8 days. Trying to hang in. Cancer, the gift that keeps on giving.

(1/2) Almost 8 years later and chemo brain is still a thing. My personality changed, energy level decreased, focus, attention, memory all tanked, becoming unable to read labels in grocery stores (the number of items shorts my brain), wild mood swings… I’ve been derailed by the clutter in my house,

This is vv good news!

a marshmallow man from the movie stay puft marshmallow man is standing in a parking lot Alt: a marshmallow man from the movie Ghostbusters. stay puft marshmallow man is standing in a parking lot. Ushering in an age of darkness.

First thought: