Meh. Cats annoy me. Perhaps it's their habit of puking in hallways when I usually have to get up predawn. Perhaps their habit of eviscerating rodents on my doorstep [Comic Book Guy] Worst. Present. Ever [/Comic Book Guy].
We had three cats 11years back ( my wife had agreed to take two kittens from the same litter before we even met). They had the best life a cat could have (open door policy, abandoned farm next door, lots of vermin in said farm, free food when their hunting went poorly) and they all did fairly well before disappearing into the wild ( or a coyote's gullet). The last one was the only one that left me a corpse to bury, so that's something.
Well, yes, the puking is very not fun. Of course, when I've seen dogs do it, it's infinitely grosser than cat puke, but they do it much less often, it seems, as a way to sort of balance these things out. The occasional sprayer can be a real problem.
Mine are indoor cats, so the closest I get to eviscerated rodents is they will arrange their fuzzy toys around my head on my pillow when I stay home sick.
I prefer cats because they're a little less work (a big deal when you're single and have to do everything yourself), can usually take care of themselves for a day or two if something comes up (again, terribly useful), small enough to cuddle with, big enough to be a substantial pet (mice and rats can be cute, but too small and dumb for me).
I also like that each cat is a total psycho in its own special way.
After the 20th baby bunny head on the doorstep next to a pile of viscera, I was pretty much done. But, you are right Jess, they are much more low maintenance. But, my three dogs are lucky in that someone is in our house at all times. No separation anxiety here.
I love subbing for classes like today. I actually got to teach - my content area, no less! - an interesting lesson plan, great students, no problem children. Little goofing around here and there, so nothing Stepford level creepy, but a really nice reminder that no matter how many horror stories I hear, the majority of the time really is worth it.
OK, I know I said that I'd stop asking, but I need some serious real-world advice. I really don't know who else to ask about this:
I had to stop taking my anti-anxiety medication about three months ago because it was really screwing me up. About a month ago, I also quit drinking cold turkey because I was well on my way to becoming an alcoholic. And now, after a good six months or so of reasonably clean mental health, my panic attacks are starting to come back with a vengeance. I can't take medication for them, because all of the ones I've tried either do nothing, make them worse, or have horrible side-effects, and I can't start drinking again because, if I do, I won't be able to stop. What do I do? I'm completely at a loss.
Due to a spouse traveling for business to the magical land of Atlantic City I have a day off. Time to get some things in order.
Shiny: I don't have serious panic attacks, but when I feel over-anxieties i usually try to find a quiet place and do some mild stretching and yoga-type stuff. I find sometimes the brain can 'overclock' and trying to center and empty your mind can help.
Looks like I'll actually be getting to DM Kingmaker again this weekend. Only two players left - thank all that's shuffling I let them create gestalt characters. And one of the guys is going to take Leadership so he can get a cohort. I might let him make the cohort gestalt as well.
Yesterday was the 35th anniversary of the Blizzard of '78. I had fun in that storm, but of course I was 10 and all blizzards are wicked fun at that age
Now a Winter Storm approaching? Go go ocean-effect warming!
Prays for rain
I will send wishes for warm weather your way, my friend.
It's all dependent on that tricksy rain/snow line. They are predicting around Plymouth now, but it's a real b#$~# to accurately say. I am hoping that being stuck out in the Atlantic works in my favor. I'm glad I don't live in Metrowest anymore, those poor bastids have 2+ feet incoming. Oy ..
Yesterday was the 35th anniversary of the Blizzard of '78. I had fun in that storm, but of course I was 10 and all blizzards are wicked fun at that age