Definitely. And time doesn’t work right either.

As soon as I read “you can try walk” my brain immediately visualized a spacetime stretch where I was walking towards the thing but somehow getting nowhere real slow.

A physical honeypot?

“What are you doing Dave?”

Absolutely. This picture is a pending post in a liminal group on Facebook.

I expected her to but despite her problematic curiosity as a kitten she’d turned you into a cat that never leaves the house or the porch. Her sisters and her mom will go adventuring into the briar patches.

Comment below if you are disgusted by a cat in the kitchen and also let your dog lick your face.

The fungus itself is fluorescent at that wavelength so you can definitely see it on humans exactly the same way.

For a cat you generally want to treat with an oral antifungal like Itrafungol. But for humans a topical cream with Clotrimazole like Lotrimin AF is usually a better choice

Yes.

Flint would get very grumpy about that. Maybe Sturm"s shaving kit would be a better choice.

Pure chocolate brown would be very rare indeed.
Rarity is complicated. If we think of it like collectable trading cards I guess we could think of it like in a box of three thousand cards there would be five orange cats in that whole box and four of them are boys and one is a girl. That’s pretty rare. That box will also contain about 100 tortie cats and one of those will be a boy.

You might need three or four boxes to get a pure chocolate brown cat. Because if you take most chocolate cats and put them in sunlight you are going to see the faint trace of tabby stripes visible on their forehead. And if you can see stripes it’s not pure.

Complicating matters is where you bought that box of cards. If you want to increase the odds of getting more orange cats studies say you want a box that was printed in a rural area. Why? No idea. That’s just how it works.

We have six orange girls total. About one in five orange cats are girls. About one in 3000 cats are an orange girl.

If I got all boys I could probably name them all after Jeffrey Combs characters.

After the first hundred cats you gotta start looking for new naming schemes. You don’t want to show up at the vet and find out that Fluffy is listed in their system as Fluffy49.

I’m saving DS9 names for my own future cats.

I just read this entire conversation to my wife. She loved it

No lies detected. Except that Topaz will absolutely hate everyone even if they give her food. But only my wife can give her pets.

It’s too early for this many tears.

I live in a rural area between major cities. My wife and I have frequently talked about how few birds there are. The only time we get a decent sized flock that reminds me of my childhood is starlings. And even then it doesn’t count because the flock isn’t nearly big enough and starlings are invasive species that should be killed on site.

It’s not just habitat destruction. It’s the lack of bugs. Destroy the habitat and the bugs can’t breed. And the birds can eat. We are on year nine of no pesticides. This year was the biggest firefly bloom I have ever seen. I’m hoping that next year is even bigger. Fortunately, the guy who owns the 34 acres behind me is all about organic practices and doesn’t use anything more than turkey manure to fertilize his crops.

There aren’t any birds. I totally understand where you’re coming from. It’s an issue I have thought about a lot. But where I live there aren’t any birds. I remember birds. I remember when they could literally block out the sky with their murmurations. But they’re not here. They all died. It wasn’t cats that killed them. It was us. It was our pesticides. It was our herbicides.

I don’t live in some Urban hell hole. I live in the country. Cows out-number people on my block. For every bird that shows up there are 500 rats, mice and voles.

I used to worry about this. But reality has taught me a very different lesson.

I totally understand the gag. But I also have an obligation to point out the actual facts. I’m hoping that one day the rescue or shelter that I foster for gives me the call that there is a bangle that needs my help.

And I’m going to be heartbroken when we decide that the cat cannot be adopted by anybody. So we have to keep it but then it gets outside and we find out that Bengals and chickens are not compatible.

I’m also open to the idea of a bobcat or a cougar. Do you know how cool it would be to have a cougar that refuses to get off your kitchen island?