Drew Melbourne
@drewmelbourne
Neurodivergent geek author of A DARK HOLE DARKLY, the Percival Gynt space-fantasy series, and the graphic novel ARCHENEMIES. www.drewmelbourne.com (he/him)
Portrait of a kitten deciding whether to pee in our little plastic bin:
We have a litter box in the downstairs bathroom and I accidentally walked in on my cat, apologized, and left. Cat came out, like, I have never been so embarrassed...
Opponent is being cagey about what word this is. I am suspicious.
True story: I attended a Dr Who/Blake 7 convention as a little kid in the mid-80s and I askeld Paul Darrow who was shooting who during the end credits of the final episode. He answered with a rhetorical swagger that invited a thunderous applause from the crowd:
He quit smoking a few years before he died. Too late. If he’d lived another year, he could have held his grandkid. I could have used his advice. I’m not sure it would have been good advice. But I still would have liked it.
He had an impish sense of humor that came out infrequently enough that it always caught us by surprise. After he retired, he grew a big Gandalf beard.
My dad died in 2014. He was a quiet man. A dreamer, I think. He worked long hours and didn’t get paid very much. When he came home, he sat quietly and watched TV. Sometimes he’d wave us over, and we’d play cards.
Our Chaos Goblin has torn open the bottom of our couch and made a hammock for herself.
Possibly one of these cats has exceeded the size for this cat tree?
If my cat sleeps all day and wakes me up in the middle of the night for food, am I morally allowed to follow her around all day with an airhorn? Asking for whoever is plausibly distinct enough from me that I won't face any consequences for m-- Um. For THEIR actions.
Sci-fi fans love this image of an alien laser blowing up the White House. The event it depicts may not have happened.