“The discovery of the skeleton at the Old Moon,” from Miranda by James Malcolm Rymer, 1848.It’s been said that “skeletons symbolize everyone’s condition in the world, where we are all left abandoned and starving, longing desperately for union with and nourishment from heaven and earth”: see my skeletons gallery.
鹿児島市平川動物公園さんのツイート: “よく冷え込んだ朝、獣舎の池の前で丸くて黒い物体を発見しました。よ～く見るとそれはヒーターの入った石の上で丸くなったクロヒョウのスーの姿でした★… ”
Hirakawa Zoo, Kagoshima : “One chilly morning, we found a black, rounded object in front of the pond in one of the animal cages. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be our panther, Sue, curled up on top of the rock covering the heater.
★… ”
All cats is the same
Timelapse of maine coon growing up. [source]
His best quality? His wiggles.
Disabled children struggle to get through to their parents all the time. When a disabled child struggles with something, they usually have to jump through hoops to convince their parents to believe them. Many times, nothing ever works. But they’re expected to have perfect self control. If they become violent whenever their parents refuse to accept them, they’ll be locked up. If they so much as yell, roll their eyes, or simply look angry, they’ll most likely be punished.
But when parents assault their children because “it’s the only way to get through to them”, I’m supposed to sympathize with the parents?
Time for another episode of “I’m sick and sweaty-gross, and I really don’t want to hike up the street to the store. But, we’re essentially out of items such as wet cat food and toilet paper 😨”
Home again, with something quick to eat too.
One thing I probably should have foreseen from past experience, but just didn’t think about in advance? All the firework smoke. It looks kind of foggy out there, but it’s all Bonfire Night fireworks haze. They were going all weekend with it, but nothing compared to this evening already. (It’s not quite 8, on the holiday itself.)
Not necessarily what I needed with a pretty bad asthma flare already, from this cold/flu/whatever. And that’s a short enough trip that I didn’t think to put an inhaler back in my bag.
But, finally home and intending to stay here.
Time for another episode of “I’m sick and sweaty-gross, and I really don’t want to hike up the street to the store. But, we’re essentially out of items such as wet cat food and toilet paper 😨”
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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