So I can tell her my baby is ready to go.
When he's not sleeping atop my warm modem, his glassy, sad blind eyes stare vacant in the corner of my desk. He tucks his paws carefully under his body, tail curled tightly against it, revealing his pain even if he never complains. Not anymore.
I cancelled his Chewy order - the prescription cans of renal failure food. Feels premature but I know what's in my cabinet now will outlast him. A few days ago I wasn't sure. Yesterday I watched him give up, shrink into himself, withdraw. For the better part of the morning I avoided him too, unwilling to face him and listen to what he needed me to know.
It's been over 16 years. I didn't know what it meant to have a cat. For a long time I didn't realize I had gotten a special cat. I had no idea what it was to fall in love with a fiercely independent, clever, emotive and affectionate companion. One who resisted being tamed as he leaned into our belongingness. One whose gifts healed me of my longest suffering ailment with just his gentle touch upon me.
I always called him the first boyfriend. Some of the men in those years accepted it, others didn't last long anyway. If a man can't love a cat he can't love a woman. Certainly not a woman like me, with a cat like mine. He always let people (and animals) know what he felt about them - warm, indifferent, or with contempt. He would talk and talk, his face bunching and expanding with expression. More than a few people said, after a few moments with him, "it's like there's a person in there!"
And now my little personcat is fading away. He doesn't talk much anymore. He doesn't stare piercingly into my eyes, making demands. He doesn't use his touch to heal, or to bother, or to puzzle his way into spaces he shouldn't be. He just sleeps and stares, and periodically seems to awaken - like a person with dementia - stretching and arching his back, yowling for food, nuzzling against my hand for comfort, the familiarity of a lifelong friend, the warmth of our love.
It's time, he says to me, and I say nothing, making arrangements around him, preparing for the call. But I can't or won't say goodbye, not until I absolutely have to, not until the very end, and not before I've whispered I love you a thousand times into his deaf, velvet ears.
My sweet prince, it has been a gift and an honor to be yours. I miss you already.
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When you try to be so woke that you literally forget the short legend that is Danny Devito 🤦♀️🥚
Peter Dinklage is 4' 5"
Warwick Davis is 3'6".
Seriously, I was wondering where all the male actors with dwarfism were at? Are they not considered male below a certain height, but a woman over 5' with amputated breasts is? Clown world.
He's definitely not any taller than 5 feet.
I’ve yet to see a “trans” pic of Ellen where she doesn’t look like an 11 year old boy. I can’t see her love life going well as while most men want to date women who appear to be pre-pubescent, the same cannot be said about women.
She looks like an 11 year old boy that smoked two packs of cigarettes everyday for 30 years. Something about older Tifs makes them look like simultaneously teenaged boys but also like they're prematurely approaching middle age. I guess it's the drugs that fuck them up.
tbh what makes me realize a female is a "trans man" isn't a masculine look or presentation, but their cystic acne and terrible skin.
Apply this logic to a butch woman and maybe you'll realize how homophobic you sound...
So, the answers are Joe Pesci and Michael J Fox?
Well, they did forget Danny DeVito, who's definitely shorter than both.
Omg, men will love this because they will be statistically taller now.
Which is one of the many reasons why men aren't really against any of this. They get to lower women's boundaries while TIFs make the weakest/smallest/least desirable of men appear larger.
Look at the female records TIMs hold.
Look at the male "records" TIFs hold.
Reasons why men support trans ideology #487
Yep.
Now short men can appear "tall" as TiFs skew the height stats.
She looks like Justin Bieber's twin that his parents kept in the attic and fed with fish heads.
I vote we put bellatrixbells in charge of insults.
Ay caramba ! I'm honoured !! ❤️
LOLOLOLOLOLOL
And they still didn’t end up with a cat after that effort.
I don't get it ? Is that a part I don't remember ?
I was just thinking fed on fishheads => cat. I’d much rather have a cat than Justin Bieber’s twin!
I got it.
Ohhh haha !
Cat > JB
Indeed
Or Ellen Page, for that matter.
Huehuehue
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Yeah because making fun of a GNC woman's appearance is a new and interesting take...
I saw her and I thought she looked liked Bieber. She also looks sick. So yeah, she looks like a sick version of JB. I added a Simpsons joke to the mix. That was a pretty sarcastic comment. I'm not mocking her because she's "GNC", I'm mocking the fact that... This is what she looks like.
Plus, I don't think mutilating yourself with cosmetic surgery and artificial hormones in the hope of looking like someone of the opposite sex is being GNC.
But I do hear you. That wasn't a nice comment. I'm just really, really tired of TIPs.