She’s gotten a little bit of supervised porch time, my husband and I plan on training her the same way we’ve trained our first cat, Mirepoix.

Mira loves her supervised outside time and understands when we ask “you wanna go outside?” She’ll generally stay in the garden with us (occasionally she’ll push her luck and wander a little) and knows when we say “inside!” that it’s time to go in.

Oh of course! I kept an eye on the local lost pet listings and had her checked for a microchip, no luck with either.

I don’t know how long a young kitten can go without food, but she was extremely skinny, had fleas and worms, and with how matted her fur was with leaves and filth, she really didn’t look like she’d been taken care of. 😢

I second Lorn! Dark ambient electronic sprinkled liberally with glitch elements is chef’s kiss.

Also would recommended Amon Tobin. ISAM is one of my favorite albums, and Lost and Found is often the song I’ll put on to introduce folks to his style.

I go through spurts where I’m posting and commenting a bunch, then I get weary of being online and disconnect. When I am posting, it’s usually to places with stuff I like to take pictures of, like !beebutts@lemmy.world.

Aww what a sweet baby. I’m sure he appreciates the comforting after the vet <3

Yes! We call those her leg warmers too :D

Sure does! Another little standard issue cutie

I’ll confess I do this with some regularity. If I unwrap a piece of cheese and see it’s moldy, well I’m not tossing a nice hunk of aged gouda in the trash! I’ll slice the mold off, then do a sniff and nibble test. If it still tastes moldy, keep slicing until it doesn’t.

I’ve done this since I was a kid, so who knows if it’s actually safe, or if I’ve just spent decades rolling the dice and getting lucky.

I know right? My first thought was put a heating pad on the windowsill, and the cat will be much more likely to choose that spot.

I’ve come to learn your brain is really good at subconscious processing of things that don’t quite make it to conscious awareness. Some part of your brain saw the cop and the deer and was trying to alert the rest of you.

I had that happen once when I was out hiking alone doing geology research. I reached this area of the woods and was suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of TIME TO LEAVE. I tried arguing with myself that there was still enough daylight to check out an outcrop I could see in the distance, but the feeling got so powerful, I finally gave in and called it quits for the day.

I realized while walking out, that with all the little noises of the quail and other animals I’d been hearing all day, that spot in the woods had been silent. The next time I visited the area (and not alone this time), I found a cave right behind where I’d been standing, with fresh mountain lion tracks. Who knows, some part of me might have seen a mountain lion in that cave and was doing everything it could to tell me to get the fuck away!

When it’s finally his turn with the brain cell.

What a cutie!

Hah, the number on my bank account sometimes feels like it’s just pixels.

But most valuable to me would be old irc chatlogs with people who’ve passed. It’s been years since I’ve felt the need to pull them out and read them, but I’m happy to know they’re there.

I curate the communities I follow to only be nice, hobby-related things, so when I’ve had enough of the all feed, there’s plenty to see without the horror stories.

Some of us embrace the crumb life.

I tell her she’s a pretty kitty all the time ^-^

Not to make light of things, but the first thought that came to my head for counteracting bad tasting medicine is a spoonful of sugar.

Here’s to getting all those achievable goals!

On the pill front, is it possible to crush them and mix with something more easily swallowable?

I’m subscribed to both! And I’ve tossed a couple butts your way already ^-

Maybe swimming for exercise? Not in a gator-pond, but are there local community pools nearby?