Halloween skulls, by 1smrtcookie, licensed under CC BY 2.0
When Teddy first moved in I was protective of him to a fault. He’d been diagnosed with FIV and the vet lectured me how he should be an indoor cat.
But that’s not who he was at heart, so at first I let him out on a leash and harness. Later I let him roam free but would carry him home if he wandered too far.
Finally we reached an understanding. He went where he wanted, which was mainly to visit nearby neighbors and score snacks. The leash still hangs by the door, untouched all these years.
While you relax, all unawares
There lurks nearby the Thief of Chairs!
When you visit the bathroom, kitchen, you name it
This fiend slithers into your chair just to claim it
And when you return to your seat, snack in hand
You discover your rest won’t be going as planned
You’ve been displaced in that moment’s vacation
Now you must settle on some lesser location
And you may stand there and declare “It’s not fair!”
“This here is my house! That there is my chair!”
No matter how you may swear, stare or glare
The Chair Thief don’t care, he ain’t going nowhere
So off you repair to a deck chair somewhere
And declare “I forswear! It’s your chair, Teddy Bear”
And I only survived because a nice bear shared his pic-a-nik basket!
SF Gate, via AJ
So… many… feesh…
Bored Panda, via Andrew Y.
A clever rescuer lures a hummingbird to safety in this video found by Elizabeth G.
One of the things I’ll miss most about Teddy is the way he limited screen time. If I was doomscrolling too much he would plop down next to me and soon I’d put the phone down and rub his belly.
