Saff 🌈
@saff313
Music nerd. STEM nerd. Feminist. ❤️🐾
Women more than make up for those months they missed their period. Mother nature has a sick sense of humor.
Also an interesting read these days, "It's you who should be doing the becoming, not the damn fool computer"
3 weeks ago today, we lost my Murphy. I called him my kitbull because he had a big ol head that reminded me of pit bulls. He was my first pet lost to old age. A kick in the chest is exactly what it feels like.
My friend posted a pic of her adorable kiddos camping. I messaged her to compliment her beautiful family, but couldn't help nagging just a little bit as her eldest was a bit more colorful than usual...
This is her campaign website. She calls herself a Democratic Socialist. That's her platform.
Because Murphy's forehead is so broad and flat, I call him my "kitbull". Because he's always been so heavy for his size, like dense and literally big boned, we also call him "fluffy bones"
I agree with you, I support you in this... but you should probably read these things before you send them out officially.
For anyone curious about the context, wording, etc. Very possible the author of this article made it up, but this is definitely where they got it.
The horrors persist, but I have a family of birds on my porch, and seeing them grow makes life that much more bearable!
Here's a fun one - a panoramic photo of my living room with the shelves we put up for the cats. There's a cat on each shelf! (Also obviously the photo was taken in December)
Ours had their weigh in today. Callisto, our tuxedo, seems to have topped out at a petite 12.6 lbs. Connor, our big black boy, has been on a diet and is down to a healthy 17 lbs!
He is definitely a character. Here's a different angle of him, not caring one bit that my husband is trying to play a game.
My demons all love q-tips too, but the real troublemaker is Rocco. We call him Rocco Raccoon because he's a little trash panda. I only turned my back for a second to grab the leftovers I was putting away! I swear we do feed him enough!
Connor is 14 years old and Rocco is 9. Ever since Rocco was a kitten, Connor has adored him. I took this picture yesterday because they looked so sweet snuggling up and catching some rays.
Connor, my big beast black cat, treats everyone, cat or human, like just another thing to lay on. I got a picture of him laying on my kitten Simon where all you can see is Simon's little head. Simon grew up and decided to continue the tradition. He's a little nicer than Connor, though.
Was having a really hard time recently. Went to Google "diy willow weaving" thought i might try my hand at some baskets. My phone decided to poke the person standing on a ledge.