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viedmaI just want to say how much I loved all the well-written, sometimes witty objections to the open source boob project, thanks internets. What I want to know and haven't seen yet, is where the con com was/is during this kerfuckle. Are they planning on letting this guy back to another of their cons? They're fools if they are.
I was going to post my own thoughts about all this, about how for most of my life I thought the best way to defeat sexism was to pretend that it didn't bother me, or to come up with my own clever ways of making myself feel like garbage. The good news is that I don't do that anymore. I have a great life with a terrific gal who loves me and am in a profession that is mostly female, which does a lot for my well-being.
Rainey is like, International Bad Cat. She's two years old and delightfully rotten to the core. She'll use your lap as her operating base to inflict terror on the world, then she'll turn around to bite you for your troubles. And then she'll cuddle you and all your defenses are gone, and you love her for being the tempermental little diva.
Robbie says Nerts to You.
I love how grumpy Persians look even though every one I've ever met has been as sweet as mixed berry pie. Stewart was brought in for "litterbox problems," which almost always means that the previous owner was a filthy slob who couldn't be arsed to clean his cat's litterbox for a few weeks and then was surprised when his cat didn't want to use it anymore. Stewart's better off where he is. Persians never stay very long.
Humans make excellent neckbraces.
Paralytically Cute Petey. I wanted to nom him. In fact there might be a few teeth marks but that's between me and him. NOM NOM NOM.
Declawed cats always have a stressful time in the shelter, they're so much more anxious than their friends who still have their points. (I don't get people who declaw their cats. Is their couch really that valuable? Did Archduke Ferdinand bequeath his leather sectional just before he snuffed it? It's a mystery.) When you pick Pepper up, he yells so loudly that all the dogs stop what they're doing and stare. (Is it a snack, a trap, or...? ) The other day I was holding him and realized I'd forgotten my brush, so I went to the grooming area to get one. Pepper tried to hold on to my leg with both paws so I had to pry him off, then he sat by the door and yelled for me to come back. I can't imagine ever getting rid of a cat like this, he breaks my heart.
Please someone caption this, it's loltastic.
If you know someone who's looking to adopt a doofus and they live in Northwest Indiana, point them in this direction. /PSA
I was going to post my own thoughts about all this, about how for most of my life I thought the best way to defeat sexism was to pretend that it didn't bother me, or to come up with my own clever ways of making myself feel like garbage. The good news is that I don't do that anymore. I have a great life with a terrific gal who loves me and am in a profession that is mostly female, which does a lot for my well-being.
Rainey is like, International Bad Cat. She's two years old and delightfully rotten to the core. She'll use your lap as her operating base to inflict terror on the world, then she'll turn around to bite you for your troubles. And then she'll cuddle you and all your defenses are gone, and you love her for being the tempermental little diva.
Robbie says Nerts to You.
I love how grumpy Persians look even though every one I've ever met has been as sweet as mixed berry pie. Stewart was brought in for "litterbox problems," which almost always means that the previous owner was a filthy slob who couldn't be arsed to clean his cat's litterbox for a few weeks and then was surprised when his cat didn't want to use it anymore. Stewart's better off where he is. Persians never stay very long.
Humans make excellent neckbraces.
Paralytically Cute Petey. I wanted to nom him. In fact there might be a few teeth marks but that's between me and him. NOM NOM NOM.
Declawed cats always have a stressful time in the shelter, they're so much more anxious than their friends who still have their points. (I don't get people who declaw their cats. Is their couch really that valuable? Did Archduke Ferdinand bequeath his leather sectional just before he snuffed it? It's a mystery.) When you pick Pepper up, he yells so loudly that all the dogs stop what they're doing and stare. (Is it a snack, a trap, or...? ) The other day I was holding him and realized I'd forgotten my brush, so I went to the grooming area to get one. Pepper tried to hold on to my leg with both paws so I had to pry him off, then he sat by the door and yelled for me to come back. I can't imagine ever getting rid of a cat like this, he breaks my heart.
Please someone caption this, it's loltastic.
If you know someone who's looking to adopt a doofus and they live in Northwest Indiana, point them in this direction. /PSA
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Date: 2008-04-28 02:39 am (UTC)I worked as a vet tech for about five minutes and had to see a declaw. If I hadn't already decided never to electively declaw an animal, I would have made the decision then.