Hey OP, it’s me, Wetstew. You doing alright?

My buddy got himself a cat a few years ago. (She adopted him)

I would tease him about becoming a cat person. “I will never become a ‘cat guy’, I’m not going to spoil her. She’s just a barn cat to keep the mice out”

The barn in question was the Mother-in-law house at his folks that he was staying in.

After a few months of us cat owners teasing him, I asked him point blank “have you ever slept in an uncomfortable position as to not disturb your cat?”

After a good half minute pause we got a “err, I mean yeah, I don’t want to disturb her if she’s asleep!”

He became a total cat dad until the day he moved into a dog house and left her with his folks. He still dotes on her when he comes home to visit.

Hol’ up, I wasn’t paying attention. Is Fields the name of OP’s new grandmother?

Considering the deaths the average Dwarf in my last fortress suffered. I ain’t touching DF with a ten-foot pole.

A deadly dust forgotton beast broke into the fort through a forgotten cavern access. My military quickly killed it; but before they could step into the Dwarven Bath to rinse off the dust 2/3rds of my fortress was dying of a total body necrotic rot.

Boy if that isn’t my mother to a T.

18, my soon-to-be-first-girlfriend was hosting a party.

I still have a fondness for coconut rum and sprite and big naturals.

Seems like it is a protest against the dumb-ass anti-trans shit the people in power in this state are pulling.