Cats Fookin’ Rule – Open Night Thread

Well, looky-loo.  I actually got off my lazy arse and made a 2nd thread today!

My cats (son, Kruger – the orange tabby; grandson, Noodles – the gray and black) deserve some special recognition.  This week has been quite trying, on multiple levels.  But this picture comes from earlier in the week, as they stood guard over their sister (my human daughter, Claire).  She was going through some shit, as part of said trying week.  The boys brought a bunny for her Tuesday (sans head, but still), and a bird on Wednesday.  Kruger is really getting up there in age (you can tell his hips hurt, and it breaks my heart), so hunts much less than he used to.  But he knew Sissy needed some good, fresh protein.  What righteous dudes.

I was eating cinnamon raisin bagels this morning, when Noodles hopped in my lap.  I broke off a few bagel pieces for him, which he lapped up like they were crack.  Such an interesting little guy.

Makes me so pleased that Kruger accepted Noodles into his tribe, and that they view each other as family.  Nothing in the world can take me so low that these boys don’t bring a smile to my face.  Gifts from God, these.

Random musings:

If/when Liz Truss becomes PM, when she goes before the Queen (to do whatever formalities you weird Royalists must do), she should carry a ghetto blaster and bring break dancers in tow:

The ACC continues to stick its collective thumbs up their collective buttholes, pretending things aren’t changing.  Here is an excellent summation article, written by a fellow Wolven Sort.

Everton remain fucking terrible, with no hope on the horizon.  That’s a teaser for next Saturday, when the Lesser Footy DFO Collective will make our prediciones for el season nuevo del Prem.  Watch this space!