Me, looking into pressure canning to preserve soup

I’m in danger!!

All cats are little monsters and I fucking love, adore, and cherish every single one! I pick up Ms. Kitten and tell her what a sweet little asshat she is in the baby cat sing song voice and she purrs and purrs because she can’t understand the words but knows my tone is soft and gentle and for baby cats. All cats are baby cats.

They married ages before we were born. I attended my mother’s second marriage. I wasn’t invited to my father’s second marriage because his mistress was and is a fucking asshat.

Sure. But we were just going to use production team to get a general idea of how many people were task writing! More people in general probably means more task writers! It was all very slap dash guessing on our part!

“More than four people in the room for writing tasks” is what we agreed on lmfao. So a very rough guess (he said less than, I said more than)

Taskmaster, as we tried to figure out how big the production team was! I don’t think we figured out precisely, but larger than what my husband thought, just going off of how many editors and producers were listed.

And then nothing, that’s all the memory. I know who the person on the stairs was, if that’s what you mean? It was my mother’s friend’s son from her first marriage. He didn’t want to deal with little children.

I remember sitting in diapers on the bottom step up a staircase in my mother’s friend’s house. My twin is on the floor, covered with puppies. I hear a sound at the top of the stairs. I turn and look up and see someone in the upstairs darkness. It stands for a moment before going back into the darkness. A door is shut.

I can’t have been born earlier, I’d be dead! I was in the nicu for like several weeks.

He felt super bad when he woke up enough to realize what happened! But then felt less bad when he realized the cat was coming back for more. Cause the cat was a dingus. Loved that cat. Managed to teach him how to ask for a door to be opened.

Same, it’s a nice little game to pickup!

A cat I had growing up loved to attack the ‘bed mice’ (People’s toes) and one day he did that to my dad, who wasn’t warned.

Cat got fucking yeeted halfway down the hall when dad launched him half asleep.

Cat tried to come back for more cause he was an idiot.

They closed the door.

I looked at 6 and saw “overheating summer cat”, but can see depression as well!

It might be! Twin does live here, so you’d think kitten would have gotten use to it all by now, but perhaps not! Perhaps she knows they just wants to love her, and being a cat, wishes only upset upon them. This is what they think XD

Mother’s cat hates everyone who is not my mother. She tolerates me enough to let me medicate her (she might like me)

The kitten is terrified of my twin. My identical twin. Kitten likes me. Kitten lets me pick her up and kissy her. My twin? Scariest fucking thing ever.

Some cats do not pull their weight! Fuzzy lovely freeloaders! I love them even as I admonish them for not doing their jobs.

Oh cool this will target disabled people real well! My twin had like 10 percent average strength in their arms, so guess they’re just screwed!

Born back then so no idea of the future probably? Fire was invented like a million years before or around that, so I’m probably cooking food. I like cooking the food. Dying during childbirth??

Single digits. I love being bundled up. The less people look upon my decaying meat husk the better.

Also I like scarves a lot!! I want to wear them now, but it’s insanely hot to me!