With cats and plastic, it’s barf that springs eternal. :/
Pippin has recurring urinary tract issues (Mom’s just switched him and Merry to a mix of wet food and urinary tract food to stave off another flare-up), so maybe there is a connection somewhere! Interesting.
Poor babies. Cats don’t have any way to talk about their traumas in words, but trauma is real for everyone. I’m so glad they found a good home with you.
I will have to show this one to my mom. Her Pippin runs away from treats (he had to be medicated recently, and now thinks treats = trap) but actively hunts down and eats plastic bags, given the chance.
It’s Clarke’s Third Law, I believe.
Oh, poor baby. I am so sorry. Heartbroken for Carol and Ina both.
Welcome! We’re glad to have you here!
“It’s magic. Everyone knows that.” – me, after the water went out citywide during the Texas snowpocalypse this February.
Sounds like you got the joke just fine! :D (I’m never sure how fluent people are in Doctor Who – I just assume they’ll stop me when I’m talking nonsense to them. This doesn’t always work; sometimes it’s easier to just let me talk!)
The Doctor has never worn matching socks in their entire life. You would have to explain “matching socks” to them with a graph and a pointer, and you still probably wouldn’t get anywhere. :D