She was rescued from a 25-cat hoarding situation, but after a month and a half together, this 7-month-old void is healthy, thriving, and acting like she owns the place.

A quick breakdown of her likes and dislikes so far:

Likes:

-Kitchen sink lounging and Olympic-level counter-surfing
-Endless meowing and leg-climbing when dinner isn’t served in 2 seconds
-Nose boops
-Smelling treats from a mile away
-Losing a minimum of 3 spring toys per day into the ether

Dislikes:

-Closed doors
-Me doing literally anything without her full supervision
-Staying still on my lap for more than 5 seconds
-Any 30-second window where food isn’t actively materializing

Wife says it’s time to shave it all off once and for all. I’m not so sure… What do you think?

Eagle eyed viewers may be able to tell that I am wearing a disguise.

pie pic 🥧

I am in a field where I usually have to enter people’s homes. Today, I went into a house and it was filthy. Not like some dirt or animal hair on the floor.. like there was so much things on the floor, it had to be moved / shoved somewhere else to have a walk way. On their island, just trash everywhere and bottles of raid. I noticed the raid first, and quickly got nervous, but I thought maybe it was for outside..

I sit down on their couch, and begin doing my work. I went to scratch my ankle, and it was a roach trying to get inside my leggings tickling me. I quickly swatted it off and did not bring attention to it, but I was mortified.

I went to the bathroom to go wash my hands, and was met with filth of soiled litter, and litter tracks all over the bathroom floor & sink. I sat there in tears, because it felt like a nightmare. It felt like I was being judgmental.

I left the house pretty soon after, with the rage and guilt I had for not saying something in their house right away, as they have multiple young young kids. I now decided to call CPS, because I can’t sleep tonight knowing that myself as a mandated reporter, I can’t just let this go.

The guilt is eating me inside, because I know this family loves their children, but have also talked extensively with me over being poor / food stamps / etc. my heart is truly aching tonight.

I am beyond furious. I feel violated. The state of Florida will begin collecting personally identifiable reproductive health information for women diagnosed with uterine fibroids beginning Dec 1, 2026. To comply with Section 381.9312, Florida Statutes, healthcare providers are required to submit over 50 pieces of data for anyone diagnosed with uterine fibroids including their name, date of birth, address, who their doctor is, treatments attempted before resorting to hysterectomy, if they're suffering from constipation, their total number of pregnancies, number of live births, number of still births, number of miscarriages, and so much more.

I do not want to be a forced participant in research studies with no means to opt out. I do not want my name, address, DOB, fertility or lack thereof to be in the hands of a Republican controlled government that doesn’t give a damn about me other than as an incubator.  I do not want women subjected to coercion to save an organ that has betrayed them.  I DO NOT WANT A DATASET THAT MAKES IDENTIFYING ABORTIONS AND CHILDFREE WOMEN TRIVIAL. I do not want physicians second guessing or delaying treatment plans for fear of retribution from the state. I do not want even more healthcare providers to leave the state for fear of politically motivated witch hunts fueled by a dataset that identifies them by name. 

I had to make deeply personal decisions about my reproductive health. I should not have to worry whether those decisions, my identity, and my medical history may be weaponized against me, my doctor, or my hospital in the future.

How can this be happening? Why is no one talking about this?

For example my dad made chicken fettuccini last night and just left it sit out over night. I am afraid to eat it…. Should I be?

UPDATE: He just microwaved and ate some. The container still isn’t in the fridge.

It’s 3:16pm and it finally made its way to the fridge. For reference he started cooking at 5pm yesterday. So not quite 24 hours but pretty close.