There was a young girl walking through the middle of traffic on Mur-Len today. Like on the dashed-line while cars passed on either side of her. I was able to encourage her on to the sidewalk and walked with her until police arrived.
This subreddit isn't super busy but I wanted to just see if anybody knew her and knows she's home safe. If you do know her, I don't need any details, I just want to know she found her family.
Hello everyone, it has been an impressive amount of time without issue from Mom, the coolest and cringiest. But I, Sugarbomb, 2M, return with OF COURSE another issue.
The apparent "issue" is that Mom doesn't like the fact that I celebrate my regular bathroom visits with a regular impromptu lap.
This isn't really about the lap, though. As always, I think mom just kinda sucks at understanding cats.
When I was but a child, adolescent at most, Mom got me a nice covered litter box and a litter catching mat.
I hated it. The lid was big and scary. Mom got rid of the lid. All was well for maybe two months. The mat was fine.
The litter box then shrank. Being the normal size amazing cat I am, I could suddenly not fit in the litter box comfortably after months.
Mom bought me a new box!
That one shrank too.
But the third box! What a beauty. I've had it for four months now and it's as tall as my shoulders. I love it so much that, after my bathroom visits, I crouch inside and then pounce into a joyous lap across the room.
This, apparently, makes Mom mad. My expression of joy brings her anger.
She's mad I fling litter when I engage in my jubilant exercise. I do not see the issue. Litter should be everywhere. Besides, is this not why the mat exists? She says I am more powerful than the mat. I continue to not see the issue.
I love her, I do, but it's hard to not feel like she's doing this on purpose. She bought the amazing box. I love using it. But when I show her how much I love it, I'm the jerk?
I'm not TC, right?