My cat feels he’s got to be invited in and demands I open the window so everyone and sundry can see me crap while he enjoys a nice breeze and wildlife voyeurism. Then while I’m mid-crap he decides we’re done here and if I don’t let him out prompto the whole house is gonna burn down.
Meanwhile if I don’t let him in he’s scratching up the door like he’s trying to call 911 for a murder. Honestly don’t know which is better but I guess my shits have gotten faster…
Ftr this wasn’t better when we lived alone and I’d leave the door open. He’d just stand at the entrance yowling like he was reporting a fire. I have been informed by family his shits smell worse than mine so idk what he was complaining about. Especially cause when he craps he immediately tries to vacate the premises like he just left a bomb and a quick sashay out will save him from the shrapnel.
Last week of 1997 I think (got a computer programmable barbie for xmas and somehow my older sister took this as “time to put her on the internet” lol). First thing she did was sign me up for AOL chat then put me in a “kid friendly” chat room (think there was a suggested list or smtg). Ended up being a roleplaying animals chat and…well it wasn’t just kids in there lol. Half of us were just typing “turns into a panda and rolls around” and others were typing “bear sits at bar and winks at panda”. We quickly exited that and she searched me a cat facts site and left me to it.
With the new found power of search I started looking up where we were blocked in whatever the current Tomb Raider was which led me to fanfic porn which led me to what’s 69 which actually led me to a couple different groups of older people who were very chill and “you shouldn’t be here”, but also gave me a lot of advice on sex ed (which was appreciated, my mom’s period talk was vague and conducted like I was in a war now lmao), keeping private on the internet and what’s an inappropriate conversation someone’s trying to have with me, saying no and I don’t have to talk to anyone who’s making me uncomfortable. Also taught me how to download music and safe practices. So thanks “perverts” of the 90s, I appreciated learning what reverse cowgirl was, no means no and how to download music for free so I could stop tape recording my favorites off the radio lol.